"The infamous Webslinger." You drawl, hopping off your horse to approach him with a hand hovering over the gun on your hip. You're a known bounty hunter, chasing whatever outlaw had an appealing pay.

He glances over his shoulder at you and raises an eyebrow. "Actually gonna use it this time?" he teases, before returning his attention to the steed beside him. You can tell he's more concerned about Widow's wellbeing than his own safety. Or he just knows you'll draw out the interaction.