Then they're moving, and after Jack leads them to the closet and practically shoves them in before closing the door Natasha looks around to make sure that there's no wire or camera. After she's sufficiently convinced, she looks at Clint with the same look she gave him after noticing Jack's split lip, and this time there's no veil over it. "I'm almost glad you beat the shit out of him," she mumbles to him under her breath after they'd been locked away with the clothing, and it doesn't take her long to pick something before she's unzipping her jumpsuit with no hesitation in letting it fall to the floor with Clint in the room. They've had to change outfits in tighter spaces than this before, with much higher stakes.

"Do me a favor, next time I agree to do something for the good of the people? Just shoot me. Knee first, a warning shot should do it." She pulls her dress off of the rack, pointing at a shirt at the same time. "This one, try this one on. It'll fit you."