[wanda's hands curl into fists, because despite her best efforts, she can still get a basic read of what's going on through clint's mind. yeah, he definitely is not suited for shit like this.
—who is?
she decides to put her hands inside the pockets of her skirt.]
They were real to me, Clint. [which is to say...] I gave birth to them, I carried them as babies in my arms. I saw them grow.
[alright, so maybe she's a little defensive about things, still.]
no subject
—who is?
she decides to put her hands inside the pockets of her skirt.]
They were real to me, Clint. [which is to say...] I gave birth to them, I carried them as babies in my arms. I saw them grow.
[alright, so maybe she's a little defensive about things, still.]