It was the sound of movement that caught the archer's attention, drew his gaze away from the streets below to the more immediate roof. It didn't take him long to locate the source, and he moved to his feet to meet her, leaving the cover of the stone guardians, grabbing his bow as he went.

He was out of uniform, but that hadn't been unusual since the Avengers and SHIELD fell from favor. His current choice blended with the shadows, dark pants and short sleeves that kept his profile down without sacrificing maneuverability, always important for someone whose skill set was most suited to working from a distance and without restrictions.

Tempers had been short in the months since, relationships strained under the stresses of the new order of things, of teammates already lost, of loyalties called into question, and when he saw who it was, he knew instinctively that nothing good would come of tonight. Maybe just a set-back, and that was certainly what he was hoping, something fixable, temporary...but he knew not to hope too loudly.

"Hey." A smirk in greeting, casual, as if this were any other night, as if he wasn't already on edge from everything else, but it was just his way. Play it all off for laughs, play down the severity in public, where he was visible, where he could be watched, it was only behind the security of his own walls that he dropped pretense, and even then it was rare enough these days. He couldn't afford it. "I got your message, what's up?"