Time to get this mission truly underway. God. Natasha almost, almost considered calling Fury and telling him she couldn't do this and would take whatever scathing repercussion he wanted to throw at her, but she kept her teeth closed and her phone securely in her jacket pocket.

This was just work. She could handle it. It was just work.

But that didn't stop her sharp senses from being acutely attuned to the wolf in the driver's seat, although she thankfully managed to keep the rasp out of her voice as she shook her head with a slight smile.

"No, I'm good." Coffee would have her jittering right out of the damned seat. As it was, it was going to be a hellishly long night.

"I'll book us a room somewhere on the way," she opted, praying that the place would even have a motel that hosted online reservations. ...and would, please God, be a few levels above the last room they'd shared.