Clint was on his usual morning patrol, but now it started in one of the buildings next to Honolulu Heights rather than starting at Stark Tower. There wasn't really an organization to the security on the island so everybody with experience seemed to do their own thing.
He didn't wear his usual uniform, just jeans and a t-shirt, but he had his quiver strapped to his back and his bow in hand, ready for anything. He kept his eyes peeled for any suspicious activity as he walked. That was when he spotted her. Nothing suspicious about her at all, of course, but then he'd seem some pretty unassuming people turn out to be trouble. Like Natasha.
He didn't want to startle the young woman, though, so he didn't keep his footsteps quiet and he approached her from a side that would let her see him coming.