Natasha grinned at his reply but said nothing in return; they had more important matters to attend to at the moment.

The bus cart was a nice touch, and it would slow down their pursuer just long enough for them to hopefully clear the the terrace of innocent bystanders. Clint had that part covered too, a smooth story rolling off his lips only seconds after the door had closed behind them. Of course the partygoers groaned and complained, but they listened well enough, none of them wanting to put themselves in harm’s way of any kind. One particular guest was very quick to toss his cigarette away with a very unmanly squeal, so clearly the lie was believed.

Even as they were still disappearing around the corner Natasha was already removing her shoes and unfastening the heavy skirt again. The runner should have already been through the door by now, so she could only assume that he had waited for Zorro to catch up. Two against two should have seemed like fair odds, but she almost felt sorry for the men. She could take out twice as many just on her own. “I think he’s waiting for company. Which one do you want?”