Clint trusted Maryanne, he knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself, even if something came along to threaten her, but, that didn't mean he didn't still want to keep her close sometimes. For the past few weeks he'd spent most of his free time helping out in New York but when he'd come home from his work out and target practice to find the apartment empty and hadn't seen Mary since he'd decided to stick around the island instead, suiting up in a T-shirt and dark tactical pants before slinging on his bow and making his usual security rounds. But when he got to the park he couldn't help grin a little, catching sight of the familiar cat lounging on a low branch.
He carefully and quietly maneuvered his way up a neighboring tree and used the overlapping branches to crawl over until he was on the branch over her. He was well aware that really sneaking up on her was near impossible but maybe she'd be just distracted and just relaxed enough he could surprise her a little. He hooked his legs on the branch and swung forward until he was hanging upside down from the waist down in front of her. "Hey there!"