Natasha popped open the air conditioning vent. Hoisting herself up, she poked her head inside. "You guys ready to get out of here?"
Bucky nodded, a little groggy. He'd spent most of the day sleeping. It was the only alternative he'd had to missing Ali and Steve and worrying about what might be happening. "They're gone?"
Natasha nodded, then looked at Clint. "Don't you even think about getting out of here before you clean up that mess."
Clint, surrounded by a mountain of snack food debris, looked up from the day's 237th game of Candy Crush and grinned. "Yes, Mom."
