She considered calling the place, but it was already after midnight and she doubted she'd even get to a real person, or some random teenager paid to watch the front desk and read comic books. So she just let it be, putting her phone back in her pocket for now.

Smiling slightly to Barnes' offer, Natasha shook her head; no thanks. The quiet was more preferable, the sounds of tires on the road and the soft whoosh of air as they drove was music enough.

"It's all right," she told him. "I prefer the quiet."