( there is certainty in knowing that clint wouldn't lie to her, and while she lets the comfort of his physical presence overwhelm her, this state of peace and things making sense can obviously only last a minute before they're blasting into another state of confusion.
she pulls away, at arm's length, to look him in the eyes, searching. )
Years? No, I was there, just a few days ago, until I arrivedβ
( wanda stops herself, inching back a bit more, hands at his arms. )
You look older.
( not by a lot, mind, but significantly enough that what she sees now, of him, doesn't match her most recent memory of his face. he is bound to notice how much younger wanda looks, too, to the memories he has of her when she last visited him, while on the run with sam and steve and natasha. )
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she pulls away, at arm's length, to look him in the eyes, searching. )
Years? No, I was there, just a few days ago, until I arrivedβ
( wanda stops herself, inching back a bit more, hands at his arms. )
You look older.
( not by a lot, mind, but significantly enough that what she sees now, of him, doesn't match her most recent memory of his face. he is bound to notice how much younger wanda looks, too, to the memories he has of her when she last visited him, while on the run with sam and steve and natasha. )
...and you're all beaten up?