Natasha squelched along the pathway, ears and hair dripping. "I'm sorry, I didn't know it would be so...wet." Clint apologised for the seventh time. She just rolled her eyes. "There's a store over there." She said, unzipping her bag, "How wet are you?" Clint looked down at his feet and shrugged. "Not very." He smirked slightly. Natasha had told him to wear socks and sneakers, but he had insisted on wearing them without. Clint 1, Natasha 0. "I'll be right back." She sighed. Inside the shop, she was faced with walls of plush toys, dolls, pens, sweets and other little souvenirs. She searched the shelves with her eyes, until she located clothing. Ten minutes and forty dollars later, Natasha felt positively Disneyfied. Her t-shirt bore Minnie Mouse's bow, and her socks proclaimed her love for Mickey Mouse in bold letters. She wasn't thrilled, but at least she wasn't soaking any more. Her hair was still damp, but the sun would no doubt fix that. "What now?" She asked, rejoining Clint. He glanced around, scoping out the area. "We could go on that." He pointed to a rollercoaster in the (not very) distance. Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" She folded her arms, "We could get a snack instead..." As she spoke, a gaggle of children thundered past like excited buffalo, nearly knocking her over. Clint took ahold of her arms, pulling her back and keeping her steady. "What the..." He muttered. "We should follow them." She said, brushing herself off, "See what they're so crazy about." "Uh...okay?" He didn't really have a choice, as she grabbed his arm and began to sprint after the herd.