Part of Natasha was annoyed when Clint made his call, but another part of her knew it was the right one. There were too many variables, too many things out of their control, and if this whole thing blew up then they were going to need the help. Even if the meeting went well and they were able to follow the plan, Stevenson was a wild card whose actions they couldn’t predict. Chances were that Natasha was going to need Clint to have her back when this all went down.

“Can’t you even pretend to relax?” she whispered harshly to Stevenson. He was sweating, he was jumpy, and while this might have been his default way of acting in such a situation it didn’t make her feel any better about it. All someone had to do was ask him the wrong question and she was sure he’d give her up in a heartbeat if he thought it would earn him mercy.