Daryl had never been to Buckingham Palace. It was a touristy thing to do the whole tour of it, but those were suppose to end just a little after dark. Part of his reward for both finding the technical princess and keeping his mouth shut was a private visit for him and a friend or two. Since Natasha had been the most helpful and since he figured she didn't get a chance to do a lot of stuff around town, he'd figured this would be something to make up for the last not-a-date and the lack of any real communication between.

He pulled up on his bike, dressed in those nice clean slacks and button up shirt he'd had on during their dinner. Which was probably a dead giveaway it was his only 'nice' outfit. But he did look good. As cleaned up as he could be.

Daryl didn't turn off the engine, just turned around and dug his spare helmet out of his saddlebags and held it out for her, "You uh... you look good."