Someone should have been waiting for them. Coulson had informed them of the time the evacuation was to take place, so why wasn’t someone there? Unless they were parked on a side street somewhere; the parking lot did look pretty full.

“You’re the one they call Hawkeye,” Natasha pointed out. If anyone could pick their ride out among all the vehicles here it was Clint. As it was, their current positioned allowed her to easily search behind him and to her right, which also gave him a good view of the other 180 degrees.

Turning her head to the side to rest against his chest, she noted a car pulling up across the street where it double parked. “Black sedan, your nine o’clock.” It was possibly one of theirs but she wasn't certain. "Do you think that's us?"