It's the way he ducks and spins. Even here in the dark, it sparks a memory in Natasha. Well, after spending so many years fighting beside him, she knows Clint. The way he moves. He'd done the same thing during their fight on the helicarrier. It's him, isn't it? She's...about 80% sure.

Well. 80% is enough to make her stop with the intention of garotting someone, at least. In the silence, her voice is sharp, cutting through the darkness.

"Clint," is all she says. And sure, if it isn't him, it's a little risky giving away her position like that, but it's a risk she'll take. One that she's assessed that she's perfectly capable of taking. If she's wrong, she'll move. Regroup, reassess.

But she's pretty sure she's not wrong.