Clint and Natasha
"Left," Natasha decided, and it wasn't any existential 'I'll take the road less traveled by, and it has made all the difference shit' but she was just going with her gut, assessing the change in their surroundings and processing it as it came at them. Because Clint was right, this wasn't here before. "I've never seen a fork in the road either, so to speak."
She could still feel the eerie prickly sensation, an ice cold trickle down the back of her neck, and keen eyes caught another flutter in the distance - the sounds, it was like the whole room was breathing along with them. In. Out. In. Out.
How odd.
"You still can see her, Shaggy?" The apparition that had darted off, that is.