Natasha’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “The item itself was not meant to be distinctive, it was the colour you were supposed to be paying attention to.” Snatching the green handkerchief from Clint’s hand, she held it up between them. “Does this look turquoise to you?”

Recrossing her arms, she turned her attention to their hostage as Clint decided to interrogate him anyway. Well, they at least had to know who he was before they could decide how to handle this.

“Who am I?” the man repeated, incredulously. “Who are you? You kidnapped me!”

“We are well aware of that, as you should be well aware that you are hardly in the position to be asking the questions,” Natasha spoke evenly, eyes burrowing into his.