Natasha doesn't quite pause listening to the talk about Hazel. The spy does as much as she can to steer clear of all seasonal spirits and their ilk. The stories people tell about them sound downright unsettling more often than not. Stories of curses and blessings that come at a cost...while Natasha isn't the pious type, not by a long shot, she catches herself shutting her eyes and tipping her head forward as if following along with a prayer being lead by someone else when Harley offers her sacrifice.

If there's even a chance it will help their cause...More importantly, if there's a chance it will hurt their cause if Natasha doesn't, a couple of seconds of respect are worth slowing down for.

"Smart." Natasha wouldn't have thought of it. No noise at the edge of the clearing to indicate whether or not Daredevil or the others have found any trouble. Good, that's good. Just a little longer.