B does stop. He settles on the edge of a rooftop that's perpendicular to the ground, feet dangling down. "I get it," he nods. "Steve's the same way. Hell, so's Yelena, I bring her down here every time something blows up and she needs to let off steam." And hell, so does he, or he wouldn't have so many programs.

He holds out a hand hopefully for a sip of that water, too. He doesn't need it, really, but he also didn't exactly mean to come here right now or he would've brought his own. "If you ever wanna come down here again, consider yourself having a standing invitation. I can let you in whenever. Middle of the night, if that's when it is."