"Knock knock." Typical Clint, really, he would have said 'knock knock' even if his hands hadn't been full of bodyguard, just dragging the man into the room and bumping the door shut behind himself with a shoulder when he'd done so, leaving the hired muscle in a heap on the floor. He flashed Natasha a crooked smile, "Help me hoist him onto the bed? Just to give them something else to deal with first before trying to find us when they come to."

He kept talking while moving the unconscious bodyguard, "Our guy's got at least two other people on security detail, I got it narrowed down to five potentials, but didn't have a chance to pin who it is exactly, so we'll have to be careful getting out of here." A shrug as he pulled the screen that was wirelessly connected to the camera in his mask so that he could show her the snapshots, "These five. Three, maybe four of them are just civilians, at least one and probably two of them could be trouble."