A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long. I've been having a writers block. School work does not help either. I hope this update makes up for my absence.
Disclaimer: Marvel owns these characters.
"How could I let this happen?" Wanda talked to herself as she crawls away from the explosion outside the house she and Clint took refuge on.
"Hey, hey, you ok?" Clint asked, concerned.
"This is all our fault." she murmured to herself; a mantra that kept going on her head.
"Hey, look at me." Clint tried to get her attention.
"It's your fault, it's everyone's fault, who cares? Are you up for this? Are you?" He repeated to get through her. He needs for her to know how high the stakes are and they are very real."
"Look, I just need to know because the city is flying. Ok, look, the city is flying, we're fighting an army of robots, and I have a bow and arrow. None of this makes sense."
Series of gunshots went in their direction. Clint pulled an arrow to fight back. His attention went back to her.
"But I'm going back out there cause it's my job. Ok, and I can't do my job and babysit. Doesn't matter what you did, or what you were. If you go out there, you fight and you fight to kill. Stay in here, you're good. I'll send your brother to come find you. But if you step out that door, you are an Avenger."
Maybe for Clint those words came out as a spur of the moment. But for Wanda, it was everything. It was a promise of change. It has given her something to hope for. A thing that was scarce in the battlefield which was her home, Sokovia. It woke something inside her that she thought was long gone. Heroism.
"Alright, good chat." he said as he stood up.
Wanda turned her head to follow him.
"Yeah the city is flying." he let out a deep breath, looked in her direction and kicked his way out back into the battle raging outside.