The folded up paper felt like it was burning a hole in her pocket as she walked the halls, but once she was with Clint again she had something else to focus on. 

He looked terrible, somehow pale despite the sun he had gotten yesterday, completely lost and confused and more than a little terrified.  She noticed the couple he had been watching, the very pregnant woman looking rather happy despite everything, her arm wrapped around her large belly.

Not letting her gaze linger, Natasha slipped her hand into Clint’s and interlaced their fingers.  “Is there a park nearby?  Or somewhere we can sit?”

She was pretty sure he was in no condition to drive right now, nor would he be too keen on her doing so.  Besides, the idea of that uncomfortable drive home, no matter how short, was almost unbearable.  If they could find somewhere to sit that was either open enough that there wouldn’t be anyone else too close, or secluded enough that they could pretend they were alone then maybe they could at least get the worst of the conversation over with before they went home.