( clint say that it's going to be okay now, that he hopes so, and wanda can't help but feel a surge of desire to connect with what entirely he means by this. the only reason she draws her hand away, though, is because the server comes in with their orders, setting them down before them, completely ignoring the heaviness of the conversation between the two.
it breaks the tension, a bit, as she starts spooning around her noodle soup, not quite eating yet.
wanda glances up at him. )
I know it's not very helpful, but I'm here.
( and even if she wants to reject the notion of avengers, it doesn't mean she'll reject clint. they're friends, bonded over some heavy stuffβshe can be here for him, too, the way he's been there for her, through some rough patches. )
[It does break the tension, but only some. It weighs heavy on him. Five years feels like an actual eternity. He wraps his hands around the bowl for a few long moments, warming them until it's just a little too hot, and then focuses on his cool drink instead.]
I know. [And he believes it now. She's here. Somehow, he's here, and they're both here at the same time, and she doesn't know and clearly both wants to know and doesn't. Where would he even start? Way back in New York?] I know. And I appreciate it. I don't wanna...
[He doesn't want to weigh her down. Like a damn anchor. He backtracks a little, tries a different angle.]
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it breaks the tension, a bit, as she starts spooning around her noodle soup, not quite eating yet.
wanda glances up at him. )
I know it's not very helpful, but I'm here.
( and even if she wants to reject the notion of avengers, it doesn't mean she'll reject clint. they're friends, bonded over some heavy stuffβshe can be here for him, too, the way he's been there for her, through some rough patches. )
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I know. [And he believes it now. She's here. Somehow, he's here, and they're both here at the same time, and she doesn't know and clearly both wants to know and doesn't. Where would he even start? Way back in New York?] I know. And I appreciate it. I don't wanna...
[He doesn't want to weigh her down. Like a damn anchor. He backtracks a little, tries a different angle.]
I'm not the guy you remember me to be.