Sometimes, he really couldn't believe his good fortune. It was more luck that he thought he had coming, in light of recent events. But the red-garbed archer on the rooftops, flipping through her phone, was bound to cause attention. For just a moment, he thought it might have been Roy. But the build was all wrong for that and it really looked as if his partner-in-stopping-crime had truly given up. It was, however, someone he'd been keeping an eye out for. Clint's approach was mostly silent. Mostly. It came with the territory and he'd had decades to perfect mastering the art of sneaking into situations and back out of them. Sometimes things blew up and it didn't happen the way he envisioned (mostly on missions and well, he had t admit it made them more entertaining!) but a lot of the time, he was very good at his job.
Dropping to the top of the roof from the neighboring building wasn't as easy as he made it look, nor was doing so without making much noise against the concrete and brick. His bow slung across his back, he wasn't looking to intimidate her right then, making a dashing entrance? Sure, he could handle that. But Clint had never found that intimidation worked on teenage girls. Teenagers.
He leaned over her shoulder, taking the risk at getting that close because he couldn't resist the urge to spook her, just a little. But he'd announce himself in a manner that was hardly stealthy in the least. "If you're checking Facebook, you're really making this too easy." The drawl, almost Mid-Western, in his voice was unmistakable as he grinned cheekily at the teen who had the unfortunate luck of making his acquaintance and catching his attention as she had.
Far from the unassuming grocery-carrying random stranger he'd been the last time they met, Agent Barton - Hawkeye - was in proper form this night. The dark purple mark on his chest was in stark contrast to the black this close up, although it blended better than one might expect in the night. His arms were bare but for the arm guards in place and he wasn't wearing a mask. Not much of a need for one, when you were already a member of the government sponsored team and lacking in superpowers.