Clint didn't usually get up early. In fact, he was usually pretty against that sort of thing, but he'd woken up with the babies and hadn't managed to fall back asleep so he figured a run wouldn't be the worst thing he could do before breakfast.
He didn't make it far before he heard another, obviously panicked voice. One that sounded more familiar than it should. He ran toward the sound as best he could, until he caught sight of the other man. "You're back." He commented, trying not to put his foot in his mouth since his other self didn't seem too happy about that.