Pulling the door open a scant handful of inches, Natasha peers out into the hallway. It seems empty, despite the raging fire alarm and the fact that they know James is around somewhere, but rather than repeat that assessment for fear of jinxing them, she pulls the door open a little more, enough to slip halfway out, first. When no bullets or knives come to drive her back into the room, she exhales slowly and steps out in earnest. When she still doesn't spot anyone, she gestures for Clint to follow before heading down the hallway for the stairs.
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Date: 2017-01-28 06:48 pm (UTC)