Natasha stepped out of the car, taking careful note of the various exits, windows, and other features of the building.

"Clint?"

"If she's out wandering the lobby I could always pretend to be a lost tourist. Or," he grabbed a magazine from a nearby rack. "An unfortunate delivery boy who just happened to go to the wrong address."

"Me and Steve will stay close by, just in case." Natasha said.