Clint, too was out enjoying the nice weather. Times like this reminded him of home. Not with SHIELD or the Avengers, but the farm and his family. God, he missed them.
He was up in a tree thinking about them and knowing he needed to not, needing a distraction, when one presented itself. He watched the redhead shoot. Heard her swear then smirked as he lifted his bow into position. He shot her next arrow out of the air before it hit the target.