Bow in hand, Clint ran along the edge of the roof, ignoring the spray of bullets that nipped at his heels.
Another gunman popped up on the right. Without hesitation, Clint threw himself sideways over the side. He deployed his grappling hook arrow as he went, arresting his fall and sending him smashing against a window on the side of the building.
Seconds after he impacted, the window was flung open and a young man stuck his head out, eyes widening as he recognized his late-night caller.
"Hawkeye?"
Clint slid past him and through the open window. "Pleased to meetcha."