Clint isn't in Canada quite as much as he'd like to be. When European gang leaders aren't dirtying the water the country is a beautiful one. He can breathe up here, in the misty rain. The job is done and he'll be home soon. But for now he's content with the view before him.

A tiny shift in the gravel has him stiffening in the slightest. He hears a breath behind him, and before his heart can beat again he's swung around and had an arrow pointed at the intruder. A gasp breaks the quiet, pitched with a little squeak. His eyes widen and he frowns. The intruder is a young lady, looking emaciated in her too-big clothes. The bags under her eyes make what must be a pretty face much sallower, her eyes are large. She thought she could sneak up on him. Her hands are raised ever so slightly in surrender.

"I have to say, you're one of few people who has managed to sneak up on me." He says, the corners of her lips twitch in the slightest and her eyes light up a little.

"How'd you do it?" He asks, nodding at her to speak. She smirks.

"Not that hard, Hawkeye, this is the tallest condominium in the metropolis." She answers; her voice is low and slightly hoarse. She clears her throat. This girl knows my alias...I wonder what else she knows.

"Clever, you'd think people would figure that out." He gives her that one. She reaches behind her back and he aims more steadily. In a split second he feels his arms lock in place and he can't move. The girl has her gaze concentrated on the bow and arrow as she pulls a folder file-folder from her back pocket.

"I'd rather you not shoot me, I'm not a threat." She says disappointment clear on her face.

"What are you playing at?" He asks, and she makes a face.

"Not playing any games. I need your help." She looks pointedly at him.

"Go on." He prods.

"You're an Avenger. I saw the footage from the invasion. You're a whole group so you must work for someone; I need to talk to whoever you work for." Against his better judgement he chuckles and that has her frowning more. His arms relax she steps back, holding his gaze. Movement to his left has him breaking eye contact as a train of gravel weave through the air they come to a halt in front of him he looks uncertain as to whether or not they'll explode. The girl lets out an irritated huff and the stones go flying to the other side of the roof.

"You're hurt." She says, and she's referring to the few cuts on his arms and forehead. He shrugs. His injuries start to tingle.

"What are you doing?" He demands hairs on the back of his neck standing up.

"Shush." She puts her hand up to him and his mouth shuts despite him not wanting it to. In an instant she lowers her hand.

"Look at your arm." She says, and there's so much sass in her stance he raises a brow. He looks at his arm, where there was blood and a nice cut a moment earlier, only remains a faint pink line.

"You can heal?" She shakes her head.

"Telekinetic Abilities," she corrects, "and up until three months ago I couldn't explain them. That's what the file is." She shakes it reminding him of his existence.

"And what can I do?"

"I need to talk to someone you work with, a specialist, a doctor, a scientist. Someone who can tell me why I can do what I do, because I can't make heads or tails of this file." She seems genuine, but so had a few other very skilled ladies he knows. Those ladies had been trying to seduce you and take you hostage. He chuckles internally at that, they'd tried to get him. This girl looked ill and scared.

"There anything else you can do?" He asks. She nods.

"I can sense brain waves, I have an eidetic memory, as far as I tell higher brain function and as you saw, telekinetic abilities, that's all, and I'd like it explained to me anyway possible. I don't like not understanding." Clint is quiet for a long moment. She looks about ready to drop from exhaustion.

"How old are you?" He asks.

"Twenty two." She replies, her voice leaks desperation. She looks younger in her current state.

"And what's your name?"

"Cadence Marie Holland." She says surely and strongly. He makes a decision and nods.

"Alright, Cadence, I'll take you to my boss and we'll see what can be done for you." She smiles fully for the first time in their conversation, it lights up her face. She nods.

"Come on. Rendezvous is in half an hour." She follows him silently from the roof, and if he's honest with himself he hasn't actually felt so much relief radiate from a person before.