( it's only when there's a more grounded semblance of balance on their emotions that wanda draws back, one hand left on clint's shoulder, as she moves to sit down—chair a little closer to him now. she studies his face momentarily, wondering if she'll be able to catch on to what goes unsaid.
sometimes is hardly an answer, but it seems like all he can get himself to say about it.
letting go, her hand down onto her lap, wanda leans back on her chair.
listens— )
You make the future sound really awful.
( —shakes her head, looking down at her hands. )
Clint — I don't want you to feel like you have to be perfectly fine for my sake. None of us are. You're allowed to be this.
( this version of himself, whatever it's supposed to be. whatever it's supposed to hide, protect, keep close so that he doesn't crumble. )
[Her assessment of the future is rewarded with a tired cough of laughter, a barely-there wry pull of his mouth. Yeah, that's cuz the future sucks, but he doesn't say that. Doesn't say that yet, anyway. It's hard to know if that's even okay. She's happy here. What happens if she doesn't go back? What happens if she can't? What happens if she won't? She's happy here. She doesn't need all of that on her shoulders.
Maybe he doesn't need all this on his, either. He just doesn't know how to let it go.]
You were always welcome at home, on the farm. You know that, right? [After the original team became brand new uncles to the kids, that expanded to the new team, too. All good people who might sometimes need a little time living a slightly more rustic life chopping wood and running the tractor and feeding the chickens.] You're always welcome here, too. Or wherever I am. Even if I'm being a surly bastard about it.
apologies for the delay :') but maybe a good spot to wrap!
Yes, ( is her answer to him reminding her (reassuring her?) that she had a place in his world, with his family, and all she would need to have done was say the word. ) I'm only a little sad I never visited before ending up here.
( she had been bound, at the time, with things that seemed more important. a new asset and all to SHIELD, things were mostly complicated, logistically, she's sure. for now, it's good to know that he can say these things, seem open to her intruding in his space more often.
that she's welcome to it.
wanda hopes that he knows that he's welcome to her space, too, to get involved however he wants, to be part of it, even while being a surly bastard about it. )
How about you finish your dinner first, and then we can talk about potential weekend plans? You'll have to make time for me.
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sometimes is hardly an answer, but it seems like all he can get himself to say about it.
letting go, her hand down onto her lap, wanda leans back on her chair.
listens— )
You make the future sound really awful.
( —shakes her head, looking down at her hands. )
Clint — I don't want you to feel like you have to be perfectly fine for my sake. None of us are. You're allowed to be this.
( this version of himself, whatever it's supposed to be. whatever it's supposed to hide, protect, keep close so that he doesn't crumble. )
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Maybe he doesn't need all this on his, either. He just doesn't know how to let it go.]
You were always welcome at home, on the farm. You know that, right? [After the original team became brand new uncles to the kids, that expanded to the new team, too. All good people who might sometimes need a little time living a slightly more rustic life chopping wood and running the tractor and feeding the chickens.] You're always welcome here, too. Or wherever I am. Even if I'm being a surly bastard about it.
apologies for the delay :') but maybe a good spot to wrap!
( she had been bound, at the time, with things that seemed more important. a new asset and all to SHIELD, things were mostly complicated, logistically, she's sure. for now, it's good to know that he can say these things, seem open to her intruding in his space more often.
that she's welcome to it.
wanda hopes that he knows that he's welcome to her space, too, to get involved however he wants, to be part of it, even while being a surly bastard about it. )
How about you finish your dinner first, and then we can talk about potential weekend plans? You'll have to make time for me.