Sometimes Clint found it difficult to sleep, or to stay asleep. He's spent years working as an undercover spy, an assassin, an Avenger, and that wasn't even taking into account the years prior to that. Sleeplessness was almost like a familiar companion some nights, which is why he was up on the roof just as dawn was breaking looking out over the grounds. It was hard to miss the guy shooting arrows at a target and Clint grinned. It wasn't often he found someone else who knew how to use a bow, most people back home preferred guns...or a shield or a hammer...

He made his way down until he was about a hundred feet behind the guy and he notched an arrow and let it said right passed him easily hitting the bullseye.

When Nathaniel turned around it would see Clint standing there with a cocky little smirk on his face, the ass.