( she blinks a few times at that, that hardened furrow of her brow easing at his words, a realization that clint would never say something as dark as that, not in the time she's known him, and... it's a little worrisome. it makes her worry, for him.

wanda may have her own issues and turmoils, but clint is clint: the man her brother died saving; who took her in and guided her, past his own familial responsibilities; who encouraged her to have a choice in those crucial moments when she felt like floundering and giving up. )

...you can't confidently say you aren't dreaming this, though.

( with a sigh, she lets a smile pull on her face, gentle, before it fades as she reaches out with a hand to squeeze his arm. )

I'll be done with my shift in less than half an hour. ( —she starts walking back towards the other side of the table, to ring up his items. ) Wait here and we can — have dinner together?