Hawkeye felt a hand pull on his chest armor and tug him in a new direction. Even when he was leading his partner had the strength and grace to move him however she wanted. It had never happened, but Clint had mused what it would be like to dance with Natasha on more than one occasion. There were a hundred reasons for why she would likely try to step up for the role of lead for example she was in the ballet for years, he didn't know how to dance, and she had been to far more fancy parties than he had. All the same when they worked together it felt like a constant dance with the leader changing. He loved it and enjoyed how it forced him to stay on his toes and kept him alive. Not lost in thought, but not completely focused Hawkeye was caught off guard by the attack coming from around the corner. He stepped back and turned while making sure Sasha was firmly resting on his shoulder as the Black Widow dealt with the obstacle.
Once the assailant started to slump against the wall and Natasha broke into a run he picked up the pace and caught up with her. "You know I got to say I don't always feel like a little boy, but this place really has me jumping at shadows." He was careful not to poke fun at the place itself. After all this was a place very much involved in Natasha's life and the last thing he wanted to do was bad mouth it. Destroy it yes, but not talk ill of her experience. The silly realization of that thought actually made him chuckle which was difficult considering they were running. All the same it seemed his only super power was the ability to keep a level head and sometimes crack a smile or laugh in bad situations. It was what made him so different than a vast majority of other SHIELD agents. That and the fact that his weapon of choice was invented over a 60,000 years ago.
The two ran around a corner which seemed to have better lighting which made Clint feel like they were around the office area of the complex. Hearing plenty of footsteps matched with a lot of metal and armor clambering he saw a small door and opened it. Reaching back and grabbing Natasha by the wrist he yanked her close without much thought and pulled her into the closet. Reaching behind her he pulled the door closed. His arm already around her rested on her back as the two remained silent while the sounds of what could only be described as a small army moved past the closet and down towards where the intruders had likely last been radioed in. As they passed the silence was not broken and yet seemed to be cut though by the fact of how close the two were. Even with a small woman around his shoulder Clint had brought Natasha chest to chest with each being able to feel the others breath. It was a silence that was encompassed with silence and thought.
A soft moan came from behind Clinton. It was Sasha who seemed to have started to come around. This was not good. He knew she and Widow had fought and was unlikely to be interested in Clint's plan of taking her away from here. Still he was firm in his resolve to get her away from it. What's more the moan seemed to be loud enough to have caught the attention of some stragglers heading off with the large group of security. In a quiet whisper Clint planned out their next move with Nat. "Special arrowhead type in 13." He said. He meant for her to type in the number on his STARK quiver. Number 13 was a sedative needle tipped arrow and could be used to keep Sasha asleep until they were out of the complex and able to focus on her. "After that I think a number 5 would be best." That one being the electrical charged one good for small groups and those wearing metal armor.