Maybe she doesn't want the focus on her, but his focus definitely will be. Not that he doesn't care about other people, but right now the one in front of him is Wanda, the young woman he's basically brought into his family in the wake of losing hers. He has a debt to her that he'll never be able to repay, but more than that he knows she needs someone, needs help like any young person in times of trouble. Clint obviously hears that mention of other powers going away as well, but right now he can't do much about that, so he puts it aside for now to keep focusing on the girl in front of him.

She's definitely unhappy about this situation, and he can't blame her; all of her body language screams shaken, unsure, unhappy and it's so easy to see why. Those powers are a part of her, and now they're gone. He'd feel the same if he suddenly couldn't shoot anymore. But at least she doesn't feel sick. That's one slight positive, that it's not having any more of an effect on her than that. Clint finally pushes away from the door frame and makes his way over to her, reaching out to take the hand she'd been staring at in his own blunt and calloused one. "We'll figure it out."