“You have a better idea?” Natasha replied, quirking an eyebrow at him. She knew he wasn’t truly questioning her, just as she wasn’t really looking for another option. It was just their usual exchange of words while they prepared to jump into action.

Her eyesight wasn’t as keen as Clint’s but she did as asked. Taking into account the trajectory of the bullet that had shattered the window, Clint’s estimation of where he believed the shooter would be, and the first shooter’s line of sight if the two were to communicate, she quickly narrowed her search and focused on just a few key areas. she scanned all the windows, balconies, anywhere that could conceal a man but came up with nothing.

“I can’t spot him. I... wait,” she squinted into the early morning light. “There’s movement on the roof.”