Natasha followed Clint’s directions, noting ‘Zorro’ first who was looking their way and touching his ear suspiciously, as if activating a comm device of his own, then the runner who was weaving through the crowd toward them. Lastly she looked at the woman who was definitely giving them a look that was none to pleasant.

“Jealous of you or me?” the redhead asked, finally bringing her eyes back to Clint and returning his smile. “That would probably be for the best, but not out front. This party has their own security that we don’t need to get mixed up in this.”

The back terrace would be less public but there was sure to still be some guests milling about to take advantage of the quiet and the good weather. Sliding her hand down his arm to take Clint’s hand instead, not wanting to get separated in the crowd, she led him toward the kitchens, intending to use the service entrance.

Protests were made as they weaved their way through the kitchen staff but she paid them no mind, offering only a few curt words of explanation. They’d just made it to the outside door when the runner entered the kitchen.