Can't Ask, Don't Need, Won't Acknowledge

Chapter 2: Tentative

“Romanoff, have you lost your damn mind?” questioned Wanda in an incredulous voice.

“No Wanda I have not, for once I am thinking very clearly,” Natasha explained, “Clint and I are not going to watch you self destruct.”

Wanda rolled her eyes, “you are being melodramatic, I passed out once. I will just slow down a bit guys.”

Natasha nodded, “You are right you will slow down, now eat your breakfast if you ever want to get out of this bed.”

Wanda glared at her, before throwing the spoon at Natasha’s face.
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“She is driving me crazy Clint,” moaned Wanda. She was sat on the bed in her new room, she had fought but lost. She still wasn’t sure how that happened. The last few days had been difficult for Wanda adjusting to having the black widow checking up on her constantly. She huffed slightly, “She is overbearing!”

Clint just laughed at her.

“Stop laughing! She has me on a schedule, she has given me a bedtime! I’m not a kid,” Wanda ranted.

Clint just rolled over on the floor in laughter when he heard the word “Bedtime.”

“Clint…” she whinged, “help me!”

“Do you really think I’m going to go against Natasha Romanoff the Black Widow?” asked Clint, “she terrifies me on a good day, you are stuffed kid...”

“Don’t call me kid! I’m 19.”

Clint raised his eyebrows at the teenager in disbelief, “we both know that’s not true.” Wanda turned slightly red. He reclined back in the chair by the bed, swinging slightly from side to side.

“Nat also doesn’t believe you are 19.”

Wanda shook her head, “well it’s a good thing that it doesn’t matter what you both think.”

Clint carried on swinging in his chair, “Nat will find out you know, it may be easier if you come clean now.”

Wanda threw a tennis ball at his head, “I have nothing to come clean about Hawkeye.” Clint caught the tennis ball with his right hand, without losing the rhythm he had creating moving the chair.

He stopped still in order to give Wanda his full attention. “I’m going to ask you again Wanda how old are you?”

Wanda shuffled nervously on the bed, “Hypothetically would anything change if I wasn’t 19.”

Clint looked back at the girl surprised she had opened up slightly. He decided to go with honesty, “It might, but not all change is bad Wanda.”

She took in his words with a deep breath to calm herself. Wanda went to say the words but stopped herself before she could. She stood up from the bed, “Do you want coffee?”

Clint looked a bit disappointed, but he just nodded in response.

He watched as she made the coffee in the kitchen. Clint couldn’t help but notice that even though it had only been a few days, Wanda looked a lot healthier. She had finally started to sleep again in the last few days, and being made to eat three meals a day was clearly starting to have an impact already. Clint smiled to himself, even if Wanda didn’t want to admit it, being under Natasha’s watchful eye was clearly having a positive effect. Wanda made the coffee and placed the mug in front of him. He lifted the cup and sipped it in satisfaction. “So you going to answer my question?”