You are an evil mastermind. I'm not sure what my plans for the evening were, but they definitely weren't looking up ten thousand pictures of the City Museum and trying to remember where everything is. That said, I had a blast, so thank you for enabling me, you evil mastermind.

Clint's probably always dragging Natasha to these quirky places and pointing out the fun in things. She's deadpan in reply, but secretly, she enjoys it, just for his enthusiasm alone. Of course, facing down an army of disembodied hands (they've got a series of hand sculptures that signs each letter of the alphabet there) is bound to put any agent off her game.