Bruce figures he's not exactly the most quiet person, even if he tries his best to move slowly, one careful step after the other. In the dark, it's hard to make out the figure until he's standing closer, when he can tell it's a woman, but it's still a few more steps before he recognizes her. Or thinks he does, anyway.

It's enough to make him stop on his tracks. Now more than ever he thinks of turning around and leaving, but she would definitely hear him. She likely has already, actually. He just can't figure out what she's doing here. Was she sent to find him, bring him back? His eyes fall to the gun, but he knows— he thinks he knows she wouldn't shoot him. She knows there would be no point anyway, and besides, even after everything that happened, he still trusts her not to do that. Which might be stupid of him, but anyway.

Hoping that hearing a voice come from the dark won't be enough to trigger a violent response from her, Bruce whispers silently, which still seems a little too loud in the silence of the night. "Natasha?"