And if Clint were a superstitious person, he wouldn't have said it, but he wasn't. Not about jinxing himself, anyway, or her. He was in a few odd little ways, but nothing that necessarily interfered with his day-to-day life.

Besides, even if he'd been superstitious, he knew they could pull this off. He wouldn't say it was going to be a cakewalk, because nothing they got paired up for was, anymore. Nor was anything with as close a time-limit as they were working with here.

He'd easily shed his suit-jacket and mask, stashing both where he could easily throw them on again if necessary, but where they wouldn't interfere with his climb and his line of sight once he reached his new perch in a service catwalk where he could see the two corridors leading up to and past the room where Natasha was holding her interview.