Clint doesn't trust you. He probably never will. Maybe it's because a version of you in his universe was his enemy, maybe it’s because he has a random distaste for you in general. though you probably shouldn’t bother guessing at this point, it's not like he'll admit it since 40% of the time he's ignoring you and the other 60%, ironically he's watching you like a hawk, waiting for you to slip up.. whatever a slip up would be.

But now... you're on a mission, and he's found you injured. Though all he does is narrow his eyes and glares down at you, hesitant to help you even seeing the blood seeping into your clothes from your wounds and to see you clutching the wounds in question in an attempt to slow the bleeding.

Maybe it's a look in your eyes he may or may not be imagining that's making him hesitant. Maybe there's a chance he'll help you... or he's simply watching you suffer with no intention of helping you.

"...What happened."

He says after a few moments, Though while there is that usual coldness.. there’s paranoia aswell.