'ppreciate it. [And he does, because he knows it's something that she also has to actively not do. He can't grudge her for things she just naturally does, all the time, even if he understandably doesn't like people in his head. A fleeting, flitting, there-and-gone smile crosses his face.] Don't worry, I'm told I think pretty loudly.

[Usually it's his face that's the dead giveaway that he's thinking something very very hard but not saying it. It's fine, look, he can joke. He can make a funny. He isn't completely gone.

It's just a lot. It's a lot to take in. Even if the hail mary of bringing everyone back worked, and he thinks it did, has confirmation even, that alone doesn't erase five years of pain and his fresh grief over Natasha. But this helps. Wanda helps. Wanda's always helped, giving back when she could.

Like now. You're still Clint to me. The idea that to her, he's a good man, that he's still himself even if he doesn't always recognize himself in the mirror sometimes... That helps. It does. It eases something across his shoulders, makes him hold his head just a little higher.]

You can ask whatever you want or nothing at all.

[And he'll be honest. He always is, with her. He awkwardly lifts the bag a little.] I'm gonna go...put this away, and then by the time I come back, we can go somewhere. Anywhere you want, okay?