Natasha stayed crouched down where she was, seemingly under safe cover, while Clint wriggled through the back seat of the car to the other side. She barely flinched when the second window shattered too. When he returned to her side she looked at him expectantly.

“Great,” she replied, peering down the street as best she could without exposing any part of herself to the shooters. “At least it looks like they took the hotel guests back. Hopefully it’s too early for many other civilians to be around.”