[it's just like clint to come at it from the side, wanda notes, amused, understanding fully how it is that the two of them tend to talk about things. always circling around the topic of pietro dying when it affected the both of them so strongly. wanda grieved, and clint named his youngest after her brother.
she can feel his heartbeat at the back of her hand, and, really, it just makes wanda grow cozy against him, pressing a cheek to his shoulder as he talks.
no matter how extraordinary their lives and 'jobs' were, wanda loves nothing more than hearing people talk about the mundane and the trivialities of their lives. to hear clint talk about his kidsβsomething she feels a strong connection to, now. (she gets it, she does, wanting to see one's kids grow and not miss out a single second of it.) wanda looks up a bit when he mentions that his family's been learning sign language, and that's when she pulls away to look at him.]
You'll have to teach me.
[in the same way that she wants to pick up braille to adjust and understand matt's disability, she wants to also learn and adjust to what would make things easier for clint.
we could learn together goes unsaid, if he's stillβwell, getting good at it.
but that's enough of a pause from him to mention he's picked up an apprentice. wanda makes a face, brow pinching.]
You're probably the crabbiest mentor there ever could be. [how? why?] I still think about your high school pep talk.
[about moping and such.
wanda still is, for her part, quite a bit cagey about her own circumstances, though she does try and preface it with a simple question:]
Was Westview big on the news?
[she's been wondering about that. just how bad the reports must have been, worse than what happened in lagos, surely, exaggerating and blowing up her intentions her many prior mistakes.]
no subject
she can feel his heartbeat at the back of her hand, and, really, it just makes wanda grow cozy against him, pressing a cheek to his shoulder as he talks.
no matter how extraordinary their lives and 'jobs' were, wanda loves nothing more than hearing people talk about the mundane and the trivialities of their lives. to hear clint talk about his kidsβsomething she feels a strong connection to, now. (she gets it, she does, wanting to see one's kids grow and not miss out a single second of it.) wanda looks up a bit when he mentions that his family's been learning sign language, and that's when she pulls away to look at him.]
You'll have to teach me.
[in the same way that she wants to pick up braille to adjust and understand matt's disability, she wants to also learn and adjust to what would make things easier for clint.
we could learn together goes unsaid, if he's stillβwell, getting good at it.
but that's enough of a pause from him to mention he's picked up an apprentice. wanda makes a face, brow pinching.]
You're probably the crabbiest mentor there ever could be. [how? why?] I still think about your high school pep talk.
[about moping and such.
wanda still is, for her part, quite a bit cagey about her own circumstances, though she does try and preface it with a simple question:]
Was Westview big on the news?
[she's been wondering about that. just how bad the reports must have been, worse than what happened in lagos, surely, exaggerating and blowing up her intentions her many prior mistakes.]