Clint and Natasha
"She didn't. She looked more tangible than any of the ghosts I've seen elsewhere," Natasha replied, frowning at the sight of the doors - first a fork in the path, now doors? It was getting increasingly irritating that even someone as quick as her when it came to threat assessment, rapidly changing her actions to best fit a scenario and be a step ahead, had trouble with this stupid building just manipulating the layout quicker than she could blink.
Usually, she had no trouble changing to fit in - she was a fast thinking chameleon, but even Nat had to admit that Marrowood was capable of tripping her up.
"This is ridiculous," she sighed, but a game was clearly afoot here. "We're not splitting up no matter what - " She tested the doorknob of the burnt door, to make sure it wasn't a billion degrees, "But it can't be as cut and dry as 'walk in here and get burnt, walk in here and get gouged, can it?'"