Hallows. 1.3 miles north. Somebody wants us there, and it's better to find out what it is before committing to it. [ It's actually a bad plan. It's a less than great plan. But hostile environments back in the days of SHIELD were always met with recon. The Widow's without her partner, but that's never meant uselessness she couldn't clean-burn into something else. ]

Think you can drive?

[ Natasha lifts her brows like they're talking about Cinco de Mayo and not, like, zombies.

Though she doesn't know that. ]