Clint and Natasha
"I used to wonder, but now I don't - because I know it's true," she smirked in response, gun slipped from its holster just in case. The Widow's Bite bracelets, Natasha wasn't certain if anything in the vicinity needed to be chargrilled but if it did, then she had that part covered - and she was always packing heat. Always. It was the best she could do, and at least her and Clint were sufficiently armed.
To his question, she gave a short nod in assent. "May as well follow the creepy ghost. Are we sure it's a ghost?" Whatever it was, it looked tangible - but the only humans in town were the unfortunate otherworldly dwellers from various realities, right? Maybe, maybe not.
She started off in the direction of where there had been a fluttering of movement, her focus becoming laser-like on the disturbance and shifting outward only in her and Clint's immediate vicinity; Nat couldn't be assed to be bothered with the other bumping-in-the-night going on elsewhere.