[wanda's quiet, but she knows about clint being quiet. he observes, analyses, looks over the situation with a careful eye. it's what he does, isn't it? looking for the best shot amidst all the chaos. the details. (she wonders how his hearing is doing.) he's also a dad, and while wanda is much older than any of his kids currently are, he stillβand hasβalways treated her like one of his own brood.
especially throughout and after sokovia.
she knows what he's like, which is why her words are not said with an imbalance of disgruntlement; it's almost playful.
and so, wanda nods, and points out further down the path to something of a clearing.]
There's a farm just down that road. That's where I'm staying. [shrugging one shoulder, she offers him a sideways smile.] We'll catch up.
[and she will be waiting for him, just by the gate of the fenced-in farm, twirling a twig with growing blossoms between her fingers, all while leaning against the fence.]
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[wanda's quiet, but she knows about clint being quiet. he observes, analyses, looks over the situation with a careful eye. it's what he does, isn't it? looking for the best shot amidst all the chaos. the details. (she wonders how his hearing is doing.) he's also a dad, and while wanda is much older than any of his kids currently are, he stillβand hasβalways treated her like one of his own brood.
especially throughout and after sokovia.
she knows what he's like, which is why her words are not said with an imbalance of disgruntlement; it's almost playful.
and so, wanda nods, and points out further down the path to something of a clearing.]
There's a farm just down that road. That's where I'm staying. [shrugging one shoulder, she offers him a sideways smile.] We'll catch up.
[and she will be waiting for him, just by the gate of the fenced-in farm, twirling a twig with growing blossoms between her fingers, all while leaning against the fence.]