( is it smart? she isn't entirely sure; wanda is fully aware that a time will come when she will need to use her powers, when she will need to make it painfully obvious that she can control things with her mind. that one isn't so much of an issue, really, as it is reading people's minds. she knows people feel some kind of way about it, and she wants to make sure that she can earn people's trust from the get-go without making them wary of her.

part of her knows that clint would understand, wouldn't tell her to do otherwise, but it's almost as if wanda is expecting to be told it's not a good idea.

it feels good to hear him say it's smart.

she nods, feeling a little more reassured by him. this makes her relax, her answers less clipped, less rehearsed. she reaches for the radio dial, tries to find a working station with some music, feeling comfortable. )

Yeah. ( she shrugs ) It's a lot harder to make friends when they can't trust that I'm not reading their mind, even if I tell them I'm not.

( surely that won't backfire— )

Pietro made friends easy. I... want to be like that. ( "normal", to whatever extent of the word that can be. she leans back on her seat once she finds a radio station playing some quick rock music. ) I arrived with the Raft's uniform. A lot of people offered me rides despite that. ( she scrunches her nose, but there's a clear tone in her voice to indicate she's joking as she says: ) Weirdos.