He just nodded once, "We'll find out if that's right when he starts shooting." He rolled his shoulders, shifting his weight so that he could shoot up over the back of the car as soon as he was on his feet, "On my mark." Still keeping an eye on the fidgety one, waiting for the next turn away, "Go."

He waited until she'd actually moved before he surged to his feet, letting fly, knowing that the shot was true even before he dropped again to turn and retrieve the other arrow, hoping he had a clear shot at the other one, that the rooftop shooter's attention would be focused on Natasha and not on him.