Avengers: Don't Get in My Way
Chapter 3
Wanda entered the hotel room after Vision inserted the key into the lock, and turned it to open the door. Once inside, the synthezoid closed the door behind them, and placed their bags on a chair next to the dresser, then began unpacking. He was efficient and methodical in his movements, though he did keep his gaze on the young woman most of the time, and a smile remained on his face.
They had rented the small room in Edinburgh, Scotland because it was out of the way, and far from any problems the two found themselves in the middle of. Here, they could be alone, with each other, and the rest of the world could fall away. Here, they could be themselves, two people in love completely immersed in their own little world, apart and aside from the Avengers, the Sokovia Accords, the United Nations, Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross, all of it. These little short interludes of happiness would be their oasis from the chaos that reigned around them most of the time.
The first chance the couple got after the battle at the airport in Leipzig and each had made their respective deals with their teammates to have such little getaways, Edinburgh was where they had decided to go. It was well off the beaten path compared to their usual appearances with their teammates, and one of the last places one would expect to find them. That was what made it ideal for them to lose themselves for a short while.
The excitement and anticipation of Vision and hers first respite coursed through her as she pulled her coat from her shoulders and hung it up. She hoped this would be the first of many such times they could steal together. For the next two weeks, they would explore their relationship further, and more completely, and see just where their feelings took them. Wanda knew her feelings for Vision had evolved and grown rapidly since the first time he took her in his arms, when he saved her on the train in Sokovia during the battle with Ultron. The feelings had started as a mild affection and a little fascination, but the more time she was around him, they had grown rapidly.
Wanda knew that Vision had a similar attraction to her, almost from his first sight of her. It was as if Fate itself took each of them by the hand, and clasped their hands together. It felt like it was meant to be, and for Wanda, she had no doubts that that was indeed true. Their feelings for one another may have seemed unusual, strange, or even bizarre, to the people that saw them together but feelings were feelings all the same. Moreover, she didn't care how they saw it, because they weren't the ones feeling those emotions.
The heart knows what it feels, and what it wants, no matter how strange or bizarre the pairing might be. She felt their mutual affection to be anything but strange or bizarre. It was the most natural and true thing in the world as far as she was concerned. The rest of the world could be damned if they didn't like it. They weren't the ones whose opinions mattered. The only opinions that mattered to her were Vision's and her own.
With a prolonged exhalation, she smiled as she breathed in the earthy, homey scent of the room and its furnishings. The wood was real wood, and the head and footboards of the bed, the wardrobe, the dresser, and the chairs were all obviously hand crafted, and further, they were works of art to her own perception. The wood's scent felt immediately calming and reassuring to her.
"This is wonderful, perfect," she said with a tone of contentment and satisfaction as she took in the surroundings of the room. "It's so beautiful, and quiet. But even more importantly, it's ours and we're alone, even if it is only for the next couple of weeks." She came to where he was finishing up unpacking, and pressed herself against him as she wrapped her arms tightly around him. In that moment, she felt absolutely safe and at home. She always felt safe when she was with Vision.
Vision reached up and laid his hand over hers where she had them clasped around him and closed his eyes. He felt peace, comfort, acceptance…things he only felt this strongly when he was with her. The synthezoid reveled in the flood of emotions he felt when she was near him, when she touched him or held him as she was at that moment. The logical part of his mind might not be able to parse the input those feelings gave him, but love had little to do with logic. This was something he learned anew every moment he was with her.
The incident at Leipzig was almost a month earlier, and each of them had agreed that they would live for the future, not try to dwell in the past. He looked into the mirror above the dresser, and contemplated their reflection in the mirror. He had morphed his appearance to appear as an ordinary human male, with tousled blonde hair and a fair complexion. He'd finally settled on this face after trying at least fifteen different appearances before it. He decided to get Wanda's opinion on it rather than obsess about trying to find the "perfect" appearance. This was the first time he had worn it in her presence.
"Wanda?" he began tentatively while watching her eyes in the reflection. "Do you like this appearance I've chosen for our interlude? I didn't know your preferences as to hair color and the like, so I simply selected something, and hoped to get your input on it." The volume of his voice dropped a bit and he felt an odd flutter inside, a pang of anxiety, at least according to his information on possible causes for the feeling he had.
Wanda paused in mid squeeze of the embrace she had him wrapped in, and looked up at their reflection for a moment. Finally, she eased him up from the carpet and then into the stiff chair that sat at the dresser. Once he was seated, she moved towards him, and straddled his lap. Her eyes met his and she stared into them for a long moment, a silence that only seemed to heighten Vision's anxious reaction.
"I like it," she answered after several moments of silence. "It looks like you, only with normal skin tones and with hair. Actually, I find you quite handsome. But I'll tell you a secret," she continued as she dropped her soft husky voice to a whisper. Her lips quirked upwards at the corners and her eyes sparkled in the soft lights of the room. "You are the man I want, no matter what appearance you choose to use. I feel the same, no matter what you look like. As long as it's you, it's perfect."
Her hands came to his face, and cupped his cheeks in a light caress while she kept staring into his eyes. At the moment, they looked quite different in color and superficial appearance to his normal eyes, but she could look past the affected countenance and see him, nothing but him. Slowly, she leaned forward and gently pressed her lips against his, while her arms came slowly around his neck. Behind her closed eyelids, it was like watching a cavalcade of lights exploding and it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before kissing him.
So far, they'd only kissed a handful of times, usually displaying their affection for one another by holding hands, or other touches. It was like watching a couple of shy teenagers working up the courage for their first kiss, she thought with amusement. She didn't care, though. Vision had never had such an experience before, it was new to him, and she wanted it to be as perfect for him as it was for her. From the first kiss until the one they were sharing at that exact moment, the explosions of light lit up behind her eyelids, and the warm swell of emotion washed over her.
Over the past few weeks, Wanda had let things progress naturally with them, even if she had to occasionally hint a little more strenuously than usual now and then. It worked, though, she thought. Vision was gaining more certainty and confidence in how they would touch, kiss and interact a little at a time. Things were moving a little slower than most couples moved in this day and age, but that was fine with her. Everything in its own good time, so that the longer it took, the better it developed and grew.
Their lips parted reluctantly, the skin of their lips holding on until the last second, only pulling away once they had moved far enough apart for their skin to snap back into place. He reached up with a very gentle touch and ever so carefully moved a strand of hair from her face before cupping her cheek with his palm. "You are so very beautiful, Wanda. Beautiful in every way, I mean. Your soul, your face, all of you is perfection itself in my eyes," he whispered softly as he nuzzled her cheek gently with his own. "I'm drawn to you as the tide is drawn to the shore, and a flower is drawn towards the sunlight."
Wanda's eyes closed and she held her breath for a few seconds longer than normal before pulling back and placing her hands on his shoulders. She studied his eyes and face for a prolonged moment before she rasped softly, "I'm far from perfect, Viz. I'm as flawed as they come. Have you been reading poetry again? It's very sweet, I wish I were as beautiful and wonderful and everything as you tell me I am. I wish I could be those things for you, for real."
She began to look away, and it was obvious to Vision that she was a little embarrassed, and that had not been his intent. With the lightest of touches to her chin, he turned her face back towards him and allowed himself to smile a small affectionate smile. "That's just it, you are, Wanda. That and much, much more. You are perfect because you are flawed. Your flaws are what help define who you are, the sort of person you are, and influence the person you continue to be. They are fundamental to your entire being. Something is only beautiful or wonderful when there is something to stand as a contrast. Your wonder and beauty are only enhanced by what you perceive as flaws."
Wanda felt herself turning slowly red as he spoke and the fluttering inside her grew in intensity with his continued touch. She tilted her head downwards a little, and allowed her hair to conceal her face for the most part. She could feel what being this close to him, what feeling his touch, and looking into his eyes was doing to her. Her voice almost cracked as she whispered, "You have no idea what you make me feel, how you make me feel. I've never felt like this before, not ever. I…I'm going to go take a shower, and maybe we can…I don't know…snuggle afterwards?"
Vision looked slowly up at her as he breathed in the scent of her skin, her hair, and felt every soft gentle curve of her as he asked, "I don't wish to seem inappropriate, and if I do, please forgive me, Wanda…but would it be all right if I…would you want me to join you?" He saw the very surprised look on her face, and curved his lips lightly. "You have nothing to fear. I would never hurt you, and I won't rust, if that is why you seem surprised? In either event, I would be very pleased to snuggle afterwards with you."
Wanda didn't say anything; instead she got off his lap, and then took his hand, and tugged him with a gentle pull to stand. Once he was on his feet, she leaned up against him and pressed her lips to his again, letting herself get lost in the bliss she felt growing every moment they were together. She shuddered softly as if she got a sudden chill, and then reached up to start unbuttoning his shirt before sliding it over his shoulders and down his arms to pool on the carpet.
"No, I'm not cold, Viz," she whispered huskily as she continued to peel his clothes from him slowly, one article at a time, and headed off the question she knew was coming. "It was a good shiver. It was a shiver because I feel excited and good. It was because I want to be here, with you, in your arms, more than anywhere else in the world at any given time."
Vision looked as if he were about to say something for a moment, but he chose to remain silent as he started to slowly and carefully undress her as well. His touch was tender, gentle and slow. He watched her face for any sign that he was getting into territory he shouldn't be in or that he was doing something that she didn't like, or in a way she didn't like. Even silent, he was ever so polite and precise.
Clothes piled on the floor as they continued to sensuously undress one another, and finally they were down to the other's undergarments. Wanda's mouth was dry and she was nervous, but not because she didn't want to do this. Far from it, to be honest with herself, she thought. She wasn't sure what she was going to discover once they were completely naked, and she didn't want to react in a way that he could misunderstand. She hadn't seen him naked since he emerged from the Cradle after Thor's lightning strike, and she wasn't absolutely sure he was naked even then. If he wasn't naked, he wasn't much more than naked.
When she paused and seemed nervous, Vision tilted his head and touched her face once more, as he asked, "Are you all right, Wanda? Have I done something wrong, or incorrectly? You seem quite anxious. It isn't my intention to make you anxious."
She swallowed slowly and tried to hold his gaze when she lifted her head. "No, no, you haven't done anything wrong," she answered as she touched his chest with the palms of her hands. She'd thought about this moment quite a lot, and she wasn't sure what to expect, or how to ask what may be the case. Her eyes fell to his waistband once more and then back up. "I don't know how to…I mean, I know you are a synthetic man instead of a traditional android, does that mean…I mean do you…you know?"
Confusion washed over Vision's features for a moment as he studied Wanda's face, and then he thought he gradually understood. "Yes, I am a synthetic man," he answered as his eyes never moved from hers. "I do have some circuitry and computer systems, yes, but they are merely augments to my synthetic body and organs. With very few deviances, my body functions essentially as any human body would. I don't need to eat or breathe, though I can if I choose to, or at least I presume I can. My eyes secrete both tears and vitreous fluid, I have blood of a sort, I have a heart, lungs, brain, liver, everything you have other than obviously gender related bodily features that are not pertinent to the male body type. My brain is enhanced by computer processors and circuitry, but it is still a brain.
"So, I'm assuming you are wondering if I am…um….equipped with a replica of the male reproductive system?" he asked finally. "I am a synthetic body replica of the human male form. I have all the parts, including those, though I usually keep them covered for modesty's sake. If you mean am I capable of…procreation I am not one hundred percent sure, but the odds are very much in favor of my not being able to do so, since my body doesn't contain DNA in the sense that a human body does, therefore those aspects, like the rest of me, are artificial."
Wanda allowed herself a soft short laugh and she shook her head. "You really know how to sweet talk a girl and keep the fires of passion and desire burning, don't you?" she teased as she kissed him softly to hopefully let him know it was only a jest and not a serious statement.
He opened his mouth to speak, but she lightly slipped her fingers over his lips with a light touch and shook her head. Then, once he knew that talk wasn't the proper response at that moment, she took his hands and placed them on her shoulders, and nodded for him to continue.
His fingers unhooked her bra and carefully pulled it from her body. His gaze moved over her with awe and wonder, it seemed, before he dropped the bra with the rest of her clothes. She looked into his eyes and nodded softly, silently telling him it was okay, and then he hooked his thumbs carefully into the waistband of her panties and pushed them over the flare of her hips and buttocks, allowing them to slowly and sensually slide down her soft legs to pool around her ankles.
She stepped out of them and slid into his arms again and kissed him softly at first, but let the passion come out in a slow steady stream. Wanda backed off from the kiss before it became too heated, and she watched his face for signs that he was okay with it, and then peeled his undershorts down over his hips and let them fall to the floor. She wasn't sure what exactly she was expecting, but what she saw looked perfectly normal, pretty much what you'd expect to find when you undressed any guy.
Wanda took his hand with a smile and silently led them into the shower. The water only took a couple of moments to get steaming hot, and they stepped in under it. As the water cascaded down over them, they soaped up and washed each other, then rinsed the other while taking liberal opportunities to kiss and caress whenever possible, often leaving long gaps in the process of actually getting clean. Vision took her breath away with each touch and kiss. He was gentle, sensual, and respectful. He wasn't rushed nor did he seem to be solely interested in slaking his own desire and need. Vision was perfectly mindful and attentive to her every need and desire, the perfect gentleman and the perfect man as far as she was concerned.
Once out of the shower, they eventually made their way to the bed in the midst of marathon kissing. Their hands wandered slowly and thoroughly over each other's body, exploring every inch they could touch as their lips pressed and moved against one another over and over again. Wanda felt like she couldn't kiss him enough, that she couldn't feel him against her skin enough, and that she'd do anything to keep the heaven they shared going forever.
She finally gently pushed him down onto the bed, and climbed up over him to sit astraddle his hips as she leaned down to kiss along the line of his collar bone, then up his neck and over his jaw, eventually finding his lips. Murmuring, she kissed him repeatedly, and finally paused long enough to look him in the eyes with her heart pounding in her chest, and her breathing deep, harsh and labored, and said, "Viz, make love to me. I want to share everything with you."
There was a moment of surprise and shock in his eyes when she suddenly broke the kiss and whispered her request, but he finally nodded a slow, gentle nod. He moved as if to roll over and put himself on top of her, but she pressed his chest with a firm, but gentle, pressure, so he remained as he was.
Wanda lifted herself and gasped softly as she lowered once more. She could feel him vividly, and she sank to his chest. Her lips left soft butterfly kisses on the flesh of his chest and she found his lips once more as she rose and fell in a slow rhythm. Each kiss was punctuated by a soft gasp, or a quiet moan as her movements became faster and more choppy.
The experience was completely new for Vision, and the sensations he was feeling were intense, more intense than anything he could remember ever feeling, with the exception of every time he and Wanda kissed. He started making soft noises in between kisses as well, and his movements started out a little awkward, but soon enough they segued into something smoother and natural.
Vision couldn't take his eyes off her eyes and face as she moved atop him, slowly coaxing his emotions from their comfortable level to unheard of peaks of unbridled madness. Their lips met and parted repeatedly, rapaciously, as his hands began to touch her with great care. His fingertips glided over her flesh, brushing over the flare of her hips up to her ribs and then he cupped her breast in his palm. The pad of his thumb dragged over the tip of her hardened nubs that adorned her soft silken globe and she hissed, shuddering in abject pleasure as she gasped and cried out while her body tensed and writhed about. She threw her head back, arching her back deeply as she shook atop him as if she was in the midst of an earthquake.
Wanda's breath came in short, sharp bursts and she drew her bottom lip in, as she bit it with a muffled moan. Vision felt sensations racing along his spine and sensory web, and he couldn't seem to control how suddenly and even chaotic the sensations wracking his every sense were at that moment. It kept happening to Wanda repeatedly, many times, and humidity was building between them that was so thick it was almost physical.
Their movements became more frenetic and with a massive series of quakes and shudders, both gave wordless voice to what they were sharing. Many moments later, Wanda collapsed on top of Vision, sweaty and shaking, to curl up on his chest in his arms. She kissed him while her entire body trembled, and she fought to regain some semblance of control of her body.
Her eyes sought his out and she let her palsied fingers glide over his cheek as her lips never drew more than an eighth of an inch from his and she whispered in a raspy, husky purr, "I love you, Vision. You are my universe." It was the first time she'd ever said those words to him, and she expected to feel a dropping feeling in the pit of her stomach and indescribable fear, but instead, she felt contentment, safety, comfort, and as if she'd put two broken pieces back together to make one object once more.
Wanda blinked, and she found that she was no longer in bed with Vision, curled up against him. They were in the woods in Wakanda, near the log. Vision was on his knees, with what you could only call tears in the corners of his eyes. "You could never hurt me. I just feel you," he said as she felt the fear and bile rise in her throat and tears spilled from her eyes like water from a leaky dam. She pushed hard, intensifying the energy and power in her blasts focused on the Mind Stone in Vision's forehead. Her heart, her very soul cried out in anguish as she was being forced to destroy the person she loved most in the world.
"I love you," Vision managed to say just as the Mind Stone shattered into a million pieces, as energy and light erupted from it and encapsulated the entire forest for a few seconds. Wanda was devastated, exhausted beyond reason, and her heart felt as if it were torn from her chest, shredded and then stomped on.
Then Thanos smiled at her, the bastard smiled! As he did so, he twisted his left hand, covered by the gauntlet, and a green ring of light formed around it. He twisted his hand slowly, as if closing a water spigot, and the light rushed back towards Vision. The shards of the stone fell back into one piece at Vision's brow, and he gasped in pain as Thanos made the ring disappear. His gauntleted fist closed around Vision's throat, and his other hand pinched at the stone, inexorably dug into Vision's head, ripped the stone from her beloved's forehead and tossed him aside as if he were less than a dirty dish rag.
"Aunt Wanda, are you okay?" asked a voice as the young Sokovian jerked awake and to a sitting position on the couch. Lila, Clint and Laura's daughter, had been shaking her gently where she had been sleeping on the couch when the young woman screamed loudly and jerked awake.
Her eyes were wild, and her cheeks bore stains from a heavy flow of tears. Wanda's face was twisted in fury and hatred as she screamed, "No! No, you bastard! No!" Red writhing energy warped around her hands, and the entire house shook violently. Floorboards were ripping themselves from the floor, the studs in the walls were breaking through the drywall, and the temperature immediately around her had risen at least fifty degrees.
"Wanda?" yelled Clint as he came running into the living room. As soon as he saw her, he knew something was wrong and it was getting dangerous with the speed of light. "Wanda! Take it easy, kid! Calm down, you're sa—"
Wanda waved her hand harshly and the red energy engulfed Clint, and sent him flying towards the wall. He struck a stud that was ripping through the plaster and fell heavily to the ground, moaning in discomfort. The woman's eyes glowed deep red and her teeth were bared in pain and rage. Lila screamed at the lashing out and stepped back, trying to stay out of the way of whatever Wanda would do next.
"Clint! Lila!" Laura yelled as she ran into the room. She nearly tackled Lila as she dove with her daughter in her arms towards her husband. In a panic, she checked his vitals and shook him to try and pull him back to his senses. Her eyes lifted to fearfully focus on Wanda, the young woman that had seemed so broken but on her way to mending earlier in the day, but now was the embodiment of rage and pain personified. "Wanda, please! It's us, Wanda!"
The house continued to tremble and shake violently. The noise was so loud and so bad it sounded as if the very earth was spitting the house from its foundation. The Bartons gathered together so that Clint and Laura could try and keep the kids safe, but suddenly Nathaniel pulled free of the impromptu family bear hug. He stumbled to his feet as the house rocked and shook, heading towards Wanda. His family screamed for him to stop and come back, but the little boy wasn't listening.
All Wanda could see was the little clearing in the Wakandan forest where Vision lay dead with a massive hole in his head where Thanos had cruelly ripped the Mind Stone from the synthezoid's head, and the Mad Titan himself looming over her, leering, and taking great pleasure in her anguish and rage. She was unaware of the house, Clint or his family, or anything else. The things she was seeing and hearing were completely solid and real, as far as she could tell.
Her eyes glowed an even brighter red, and the energy coiling around her hands grew significantly more threatening. She growled in a voice filled with hatred and venom, and yelled at the top of her lungs, "YA vb'yu tebe, sukyn synu! Ty vse vzyav u mene! Vse! Dlya tsʹoho ty pomresh, strashenno, bolisno i bez shmatochka myloserdya. Vy dumayete, shcho znayete, yak vyklykaty bilʹ i vidchay u kohosʹ? Ty ne robysh, ale budesh. Tse ya vam obitsyayu, svoloche. Ty budesh." (Translation: "I will kill you, you son of a bitch! You have taken everything from me! Everything! For that, you are going to die, terribly, painfully, and without a shred of mercy. You think you know how to cause pain and despair upon someone? You do not, but you will. That I promise you, bastard. You will.") [Author's Note: I used Google Translate to translate that bit of rage scream into something resembling Ukrainian, which I understand that according to the behind the scenes information on Sokovia is the primary language they speak in the fictional country. Obviously, I also used the translation that uses the Latin alphabet rather than the Cyrillic alphabet for simplicity's sake. So, to anyone who actually speaks Ukrainian, I apologize deeply for any and all stupid mistakes, discrepancies, or butchering and mangling of your beautiful language that the translator may have played holy hell in a hand basket with. I included it here as dramatic effect to illustrate how distraught and in pain she is, and the fact that she isn't completely returned to reality from her dream just yet. Thank you!]
Nathaniel swallowed slowly and stepped in front of Wanda, looking up at her. He wasn't sure what to think of all that was going on, the only thing he knew for certain is that Wanda was upset and hurting. "Auntie Wanda?" he said in a small voice as he hoped to get her attention. "Auntie Wanda, it's me, Nathaniel. Nathaniel Pietro Barton, I was named after your brother, wasn't I? You're safe. You're at home, with us. I know you're scared, sad, mad, and hurting. Its okay, you're supposed to be. You lost a lot. You have us, though. We love you, all of us do."
Wanda's attention wavered and her face contorted in too many different emotions for her to even attempt to sort out. Her eyes fell on Nathaniel and she stared at him a moment. The red light in her eyes slowly faded, and the red energy swirling around her hands slowly disappeared. Her eyes flooded over and her lips trembled. "Pietro?" she said in a harsh whisper, her throat felt like sandpaper. Her eyes finally focused and she covered her open mouth with her hand and fell to the floor in an exhausted heap.
"Oh, my God, what did I do?" she asked no one in particular as she sunk to the floor. She reached up for Nathaniel, but stopped and pulled her arms back against her chest and looked down. "Oh, my God, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."
While his family looked on in shock, Nathaniel approached the young Sokovian and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. His small hand patted and stroked her hair as he held her. "We're all okay, Auntie Wanda. You didn't hurt anybody. You're going to be okay. You'll be okay, I promise. I'll help if I can."
Clint sat up more straight with a loud grunt, and winced as he stretched. "Speak for yourself, Sport. She didn't try to throw you through a wall, kiddo," he said, winking at his son. "I hurt plenty, enough that I don't want to audition for WWE wrestling again anytime soon."
Wanda squeezed Nathaniel as tight as she dared, but when Clint spoke, she got a horrified look on her face. She scrambled to her feet, though her feet slid out from under her twice in the process before she reached out to touch Clint's shoulder, but stopped halfway there. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to…it wasn't intentional…I didn't know what was…"
Clint chuckled softly and glanced over at Laura and the kids before he opened his arms and took Wanda into a hug. "Hey, hey, hey, take it easy, kid. You're okay, we're okay, everything's fine," he said as he patted her back. "That must have been one hell of a nightmare, Wanda. You slept through lunch, and most of the afternoon, you were really wrung out. We're just worried about you, you know? You know we're here if you need us, right?"
"We all are, Aunt Wanda," added Lila as she came to the woman's side, and gave her a hug as well. "It can't be easy, I know. Mom and Dad told me a little about what happened with everything, about everybody that died besides just Mr. Stark. We're still here, and we'll help if we can."
Wanda nodded, and started to wipe her nose unceremoniously on the sleeve of her jacket, but Cooper handed her a box of tissue with a sympathetic smile. She nodded softly in thanks, and took advantage of the tissues. "Thank you, everyone. It means a lot to me. I'll see if I can't undo some of the damage I've done, just stand back…please?"
Everyone took a couple of steps back while Wanda looked around, taking in everything she'd accidentally done to their house while in the throes of her nightmare induced rage. Finally she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then opened her eyes and lifted her hands. She moved them in intricate and odd patterns, as they glowed in that red shadowy energy once more, and things started flying and moving back into its proper place. Chips of plaster returned to their places, studs reset themselves, floorboards returned to their place on the floor and after a few moments, everything was back to being as if nothing had happened.
"Excuse me, please. I'm sorry, I need some air," Wanda said when it was all done. She pulled her coat closer around her and went out the door, seemingly headed for the high hill nearby the house. It was a favorite place of the family to go sit and think, and apparently Wanda thought so as well.
Clint watched her go, and then turned to Laura, who was already opening her mouth to speak. Before she could, Clint nodded, looked out the window and then back to Laura. "It's okay, I'm on it. I'll be back in a bit," he said as he opened the door and jogged up towards the hill once he was outside.