"We send them seeking asylum. Sounds fair." Securing a route to the church would be difficult, but not unmanageable. Natasha wishes vaguely that the team wasn't as fractured and missing as it is right now. Having the rest of them here would make this much more manageable.

On the other hand...Natasha stops looking at the jet's readouts and instruments long enough to watch Clint looking over the satellite images and studying maps. He may not be the Agent her Barton is, but she has a feeling they'll be okay. A thought occurs. Natasha scowls.

"...I'm not going to go easy on them, Barton. If we get in over our heads. I'm going to kill people." She doesn't know why she says it. Maybe it's her way of shutting him out. She doesn't want to do that, certainly. But he needs to know that no matter who he knows her as, She is not a person. She's a monster.