( it's not a lack of trust, or a matter of it, either. even with her enhanced abilities of getting to glimpse into his mind, wanda can tell that he is conflicted by what to say, what not to say, where to even start. there is just so much that she can piece together from what he's told her, from a future that hasn't happened for her, and she doesn't intend to pry or push him into an uncomfortable corner where he has to lay it out for her.

for wanda, at this point, it's mostly important that he knows that she's here — at whatever capacity that works for him.

she shrugs. )

It's fair to say that people change.

( though clint looks different, feels different, wanda doesn't know how much of that will affect her perception of him at this time. grabbing at her spoon, she'll start stirring her noodles and soup around, so she can start eating. having this bowl in front of her makes her feel hungry.

she settles for the following, )

If you ever need me, any time, you can call me.

( no weighted expectations of who clint 'should' be in this relationship between them. )

It... makes me feel better knowing you're here, too.

( knowing she can count of him if she ever needed his help. and maybe that much can be enough for now. )