"It'll be dark. The lighting immediately around the warehouse will be fairly lit like Christmas, but the surrounding buildings are gonna be dark. Catty-corner alley or a good roof with some height, maybe. Don't know how much you're gonna see from the outside, though." He slumps a little, stretching out more. Loosen the muscles. Think about the plan. Make small alterations to the plan with the new information. It helps get him in the zone. Like archery. Something that a lot of people might find stressful actually helps to relax, block out the noise.

"I'm gonna take out a couple cameras first. You wanna get up close about it, that'll be the side of the building to cling to. If you're worried about witnesses--" Clint wants to bite out 'don't'. But that sounds particularly harsh. "Well, hey, you've done undercover and on the run before; you can figure it out."

And, sure, Steve could use guns. Guns are loud, though. They have ammo limits; you can't get bullets back like you can arrows or throwing knives. Steve with blades, though? Hm. It'd definitely take time to learn in a way that's proficient, but Steve's more than adaptable. It'll all be down to preference, though. He looks at Steve warily, then away again, mulling it over.

"I get a little ritualistic," and the word sounds so fucking stupid in his ears, "before a mission. Sharpen everything. Gets me centered. Puts me in the mindset. Might answer if you talk to me, might stay quiet instead. Dunno. Knew I couldn't just stick with a bow, so I expanded my repertoire."