( 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. )
Same goes for you. You know that, right? [In case she doesn't. Or in case his warning makes her question anything about where his loyalties lie. Wanda is family. And shit if he couldn't use a little of that in his life right now.]
I might not know what's going on. Not sure anyone does. But whatever happens, we've got each other. Anyone else we know comes rolling into town, we'll have them. You get into trouble you don't know how to handle, I want you to call me. I want to be there for you.
[Because he wasn't when they all needed him most. Except. Him being there wouldn't have changed a god damn thing, would it?
Maybe he would've gone for the head.
She doesn't need any of that. He lets out a long sign, like attempting to drop all the weight from his shoulders and mostly only managing to prop it up on a counter, and digs in. Not gonna do him any good if he lets his food get cold.]
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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. )
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I might not know what's going on. Not sure anyone does. But whatever happens, we've got each other. Anyone else we know comes rolling into town, we'll have them. You get into trouble you don't know how to handle, I want you to call me. I want to be there for you.
[Because he wasn't when they all needed him most. Except. Him being there wouldn't have changed a god damn thing, would it?
Maybe he would've gone for the head.
She doesn't need any of that. He lets out a long sign, like attempting to drop all the weight from his shoulders and mostly only managing to prop it up on a counter, and digs in. Not gonna do him any good if he lets his food get cold.]