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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Clint had what he liked the call 'dad instincts', he'd finished his rant at the tv and was beginning to calm down when he just got this feeling, almost anxiety or panic, something was wrong and he needed to step in. He walked towards the window and threw it /"What the hell are you doing, you idiot, we're in the middle of the rainforest, shut the window before the cast of bugs life came crawling in" came Sam's voice from the /Over the drone and noise of the forest, and probably straining his hearing while trying to find the reason for the sudden overdrive of instincts, Clint could make out /"I know this is hard and it will take a long time, things will never be the way they were but we can make everything work just as well as it was, but in a different way. Everything will be ok" that was definitely Steve's voice. Clint looked up, 'why is Steve on the roof? Is he giving himself a pep talk?'. His thoughts were then interrupted by a falling body coming in his direction. Opening his arms wide, and using the precision only the archer could have, he then wrapped them around what he found to be a falling Wanda. The momentum would have pulled him out the window if it hadn't been for Sam jumping in at the last second to grab his ankles. After heaving himself and Wanda back solid ground, he finally managed to take in the girls appearance, once he'd determined there were no injuries, or at least new injuries, he realised she hadn't yet let go of him, she looked just as shocked as he felt, there were tear tracks on her face and if he wasn't mistaken, a hint of embarrassment buried behind her /Steve had come bursting through the doors to the common area having seen everything from the roof and made a beeline for Wanda, wrapping her up even tighter than Clint /"Someone please explain what just happened" Sam asks, looking between his three fellow avengers huddled on the floor. "Wanda did someone push you?"br /It was no secret that Wanda wasn't happy, but it was a secret that she had been acting on those feeling towards herself, one look between the two men on the floor and Clint knew enough of what had /"Wanda, do you want to come with me? We can go to your room and have a sit down, looks like you need to have a chat... and maybe some sleep" if he was being honest she looked like she needed lots of it but now was not the time. She nodded her head and allowed Clint to guide her back to her room leaving Sam and Steve in the /Sam hadn't know the extent of what Wanda had been doing to herself behind closed doors, Steve was building himself up to have to tell Sam what just happened. Sam could help, he'd want to help, it was just not going to be a pleasant conversation. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Wanda still hadn't said a word, too involved in her own head she only realised they had made it to her room when she sat down on the bed. Clint pulled up a bean bag and made himself cozy, usually if he found her during a 'downer moment' he would sit down and put on a old sitcom on Netflix and the pair would watch in silence until Wanda spoke, mostly it was a comment about what was going on in the show, occasionally she wanted to talk about her mental state, this was always the option he preferred, making her comfortable with seeking help. But today could not be a day where he would sit and wait for her to maybe talk about her emotions, no today shit had well and truly gone sideways, even by their scale, and if he had to start it off then so be it. br /Eye contact wasn't a option, neither wanted to see the other so /"Today...today you uhhh... well you" he gestured up and down "Wanda" *sigh* " we need to get you help, I know you don't want it, that you think Steve and I are helping, but we don't know what we're doing, I feel like all we can offer are hugs and kind words, even if Steve a walking teddy bear making his hugs great" vain attempt at humour, god he could not stand this, "but that's all we can really offer. Sam is much better at talking and understand this sort of thing but we need to get you a professional" Clint looked up, he needed to gauge what she was thinking "do you understand what I'm saying?"br /"I don't regret it" still not looking up "I can't do this anymore, people assume that everything feels like too much, that I hurt my self cause I feel overwhelmed, but I don't. I just feel empty, in my head I mean. I don't have lots of little thoughts like I used to, now it's just one thought at a time, which is all well and good most of the day, I spend time with people and they fill up some of the space but then I'm alone and my head is empty again it feels like the bad starts to set in" she flopped backwards on the bed and balled her fists up over her eyes, "I just want it to be done"br /Clint didn't respond, he didn't know how. He just stayed there gathering his thoughts, Wanda started to cry so he went to the bed, she sat up and let him hold her, and that's how they stayed, eventually the day caught up to Wanda as her breathing evened out and she began to drift off. Clint return to his bean bag and continued thinking, if he were home and the pair of them weren't wanted fugitives, he'd have taken her to the best therapist money could find when she woke up, however circumstances being what they are, all he could do was think. br /A gentle knock on the door stirred him and upon opening he found a almost shy looking Sam holding two steaming /"I thought I'd drop these off in the hope it would calm some loose ends" he peaked over the archer shoulder and saw Wanda asleep on the bed. "In that case maybe they can just prevent us from some grey hairs." A small grin appearing on both the men's faces as Clint gratefully took the offer mug. "Steve gave me a overview of what's been going on, I'm sorry I didn't catch on sooner"br /"No, no, no, no it's not a apology situation, she wanted it a secret, caps too honourable to tell such things and I thought I had the situation under control. Badly miscalculated that one"br /"Still, I've seen this sort of thing before, I can't believe I didn't catch the warning signs" a sad look grew upon Sams face, Clint had no doubt that the man had seen a persons attempt at taking their own life, he'd had it hard since leaving the Air Force and the man wore a brave face but it would always take its toll. "Hey look if you want to go take some time to clean up, maybe grab some food or even go to bed, I'd be happy to stay and watch her" the offer was genuine, Sam was a good man. Clint sometimes wondered if Sam regretted joining the group before the airport, he would not have judged him if he /"Thank you but it's ok, when she wakes up I kinda feel like I should be the one to be here."br /"Fair play, well you have our numbers, if you need anything give us a shout, even if you just a sweater" Sam nodded his head and walked back towards the common room. Any other day Clint would have enjoyed testing that promise, trying to think of as many useless errands as possible, but today was not the day. br /And so Clint sat once again back in his bean bag, kicking his shoes off he made himself comfortable, he didn't know if he'd sleep, or even try to sleep, he just knew he needed to be here, and that this was also going to be a long night./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"She's falling further and further. Steve dives for the edge as his finger tips brush through the air where the young witch once was. All he can do is keep leaning over and witness her final moments./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Clint had what he liked the call 'dad instincts', he'd finished his rant at the tv and was beginning to calm down when he just got this feeling, almost anxiety or panic, something was wrong and he needed to step in. He walked towards the window and threw it /"What the hell are you doing, you idiot, we're in the middle of the rainforest, shut the window before the cast of bugs life came crawling in" came Sam's voice from the /Over the drone and noise of the forest, and probably straining his hearing while trying to find the reason for the sudden overdrive of instincts, Clint could make out /"I know this is hard and it will take a long time, things will never be the way they were but we can make everything work just as well as it was, but in a different way. Everything will be ok" that was definitely Steve's voice. Clint looked up, 'why is Steve on the roof? Is he giving himself a pep talk?'. His thoughts were then interrupted by a falling body coming in his direction. Opening his arms wide, and using the precision only the archer could have, he then wrapped them around what he found to be a falling Wanda. The momentum would have pulled him out the window if it hadn't been for Sam jumping in at the last second to grab his ankles. After heaving himself and Wanda back solid ground, he finally managed to take in the girls appearance, once he'd determined there were no injuries, or at least new injuries, he realised she hadn't yet let go of him, she looked just as shocked as he felt, there were tear tracks on her face and if he wasn't mistaken, a hint of embarrassment buried behind her /Steve had come bursting through the doors to the common area having seen everything from the roof and made a beeline for Wanda, wrapping her up even tighter than Clint /"Someone please explain what just happened" Sam asks, looking between his three fellow avengers huddled on the floor. "Wanda did someone push you?"br /It was no secret that Wanda wasn't happy, but it was a secret that she had been acting on those feeling towards herself, one look between the two men on the floor and Clint knew enough of what had /"Wanda, do you want to come with me? We can go to your room and have a sit down, looks like you need to have a chat... and maybe some sleep" if he was being honest she looked like she needed lots of it but now was not the time. She nodded her head and allowed Clint to guide her back to her room leaving Sam and Steve in the /Sam hadn't know the extent of what Wanda had been doing to herself behind closed doors, Steve was building himself up to have to tell Sam what just happened. Sam could help, he'd want to help, it was just not going to be a pleasant conversation. /p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5;"Wanda still hadn't said a word, too involved in her own head she only realised they had made it to her room when she sat down on the bed. Clint pulled up a bean bag and made himself cozy, usually if he found her during a 'downer moment' he would sit down and put on a old sitcom on Netflix and the pair would watch in silence until Wanda spoke, mostly it was a comment about what was going on in the show, occasionally she wanted to talk about her mental state, this was always the option he preferred, making her comfortable with seeking help. But today could not be a day where he would sit and wait for her to maybe talk about her emotions, no today shit had well and truly gone sideways, even by their scale, and if he had to start it off then so be it. br /Eye contact wasn't a option, neither wanted to see the other so /"Today...today you uhhh... well you" he gestured up and down "Wanda" *sigh* " we need to get you help, I know you don't want it, that you think Steve and I are helping, but we don't know what we're doing, I feel like all we can offer are hugs and kind words, even if Steve a walking teddy bear making his hugs great" vain attempt at humour, god he could not stand this, "but that's all we can really offer. Sam is much better at talking and understand this sort of thing but we need to get you a professional" Clint looked up, he needed to gauge what she was thinking "do you understand what I'm saying?"br /"I don't regret it" still not looking up "I can't do this anymore, people assume that everything feels like too much, that I hurt my self cause I feel overwhelmed, but I don't. I just feel empty, in my head I mean. I don't have lots of little thoughts like I used to, now it's just one thought at a time, which is all well and good most of the day, I spend time with people and they fill up some of the space but then I'm alone and my head is empty again it feels like the bad starts to set in" she flopped backwards on the bed and balled her fists up over her eyes, "I just want it to be done"br /Clint didn't respond, he didn't know how. He just stayed there gathering his thoughts, Wanda started to cry so he went to the bed, she sat up and let him hold her, and that's how they stayed, eventually the day caught up to Wanda as her breathing evened out and she began to drift off. Clint return to his bean bag and continued thinking, if he were home and the pair of them weren't wanted fugitives, he'd have taken her to the best therapist money could find when she woke up, however circumstances being what they are, all he could do was think. br /A gentle knock on the door stirred him and upon opening he found a almost shy looking Sam holding two steaming /"I thought I'd drop these off in the hope it would calm some loose ends" he peaked over the archer shoulder and saw Wanda asleep on the bed. "In that case maybe they can just prevent us from some grey hairs." A small grin appearing on both the men's faces as Clint gratefully took the offer mug. "Steve gave me a overview of what's been going on, I'm sorry I didn't catch on sooner"br /"No, no, no, no it's not a apology situation, she wanted it a secret, caps too honourable to tell such things and I thought I had the situation under control. Badly miscalculated that one"br /"Still, I've seen this sort of thing before, I can't believe I didn't catch the warning signs" a sad look grew upon Sams face, Clint had no doubt that the man had seen a persons attempt at taking their own life, he'd had it hard since leaving the Air Force and the man wore a brave face but it would always take its toll. "Hey look if you want to go take some time to clean up, maybe grab some food or even go to bed, I'd be happy to stay and watch her" the offer was genuine, Sam was a good man. Clint sometimes wondered if Sam regretted joining the group before the airport, he would not have judged him if he /"Thank you but it's ok, when she wakes up I kinda feel like I should be the one to be here."br /"Fair play, well you have our numbers, if you need anything give us a shout, even if you just a sweater" Sam nodded his head and walked back towards the common room. Any other day Clint would have enjoyed testing that promise, trying to think of as many useless errands as possible, but today was not the day. br /And so Clint sat once again back in his bean bag, kicking his shoes off he made himself comfortable, he didn't know if he'd sleep, or even try to sleep, he just knew he needed to be here, and that this was also going to be a long night./p
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