Clint Barton had an uneasy feeling as he watched the conversation in front of him develop with more and more information. He glanced at the others occasionally, except Wanda. He glanced at her more than anyone. He could see her angry expression turning into an uneasy expression.
Wanda had enough of this conversation. Yes, she hated Mr. Stark but this was just more than hating for what happened in the past. Grace had him on his toes this entire time and it seemed like he was suffering. She could feel it, even if he wasn't exactly expressing this.
"Excuse me." Wanda quickly muttered as she turned from the group and went back into the Avengers Facility. Bruce and Steve had quickly glanced at Wanda who suddenly left before the two glanced at Barton. Sighing, Clint nodded at them and walked off, following where Wanda had went off.
Quietly following her, he found her actually going outside of the facility and walking out into the grassy field. Just where was she going? Staying silent, he followed her until they were a little far off from the facility.
"Wanda, where are you going?"
"Please leave me alone."
Clint frowned but he kept on following her until they got up to the forest. He quickly rushed up behind her and grabbed her shoulder to turn her around.
"Wanda please-"
"Mr. Barton just leave me alone!" she said suddenly snapping as she used her powers and pushed him into a tree rather violently.
Barton felt the air getting knocked out of his lungs before falling down to his knees. Wanda let in a quiet gasp as she saw what she had done. What was she doing? She was taking out her own anger on the man that took her in after her twin's death. Her hands were shaking, still glowing a red-like color.
Grunting softly, Clint got back up and rubbed his back. Man did she throw hard. Looking over at the now vulnerable Wanda, he saw a young broken girl. It's what she was, she just didn't like showing that around the others. He didn't blame her. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. He could feel her stiffen at first but it wasn't long until he could feel her arms wrap around his frame.
"Wanda...just let it go." he said softly as he held her close.
He began to stroke her back softly and he could hear her softly crying. She was no longer tense as she had been and she was digging her face into his chest. Barton wanted her to let it go here instead of taking it out on someone else in the facility. He stayed silent as he comforted her. She wept in his arms as he quietly rocked back and forth in a slow motion. After a while, Wanda's crying went down to quiet whimpers.
She then finally spoke, "I'm sorry… I-I didn't mean to hurt you."
Clint smiled softly as he still held her,
"I know, it's okay Wanda.." stroking her long brown hair as he watched the stars above him. It was silent once again before she went on.
"I don't understand why she treats him like that. She plays with him like a toy.." Barton was quietly confused but realized that he was talking about how Grace treated Tony. "Why doesn't she just appreciate the fact that she has a father." she adds, her voice sounding very upset.
"I don't know.. but I'm sure she will eventually. I know Tony has a soft side, he just doesn't like to show it as much around us."
Wanda nodded as she closed her eyes. The rocking motion was soothing as he held her. Barton knew Wanda was still hurting not only from Pietro's death, but also from her parent's death. She felt lonely in this world. Her twin had been the only family she had left and he was merely taken away by a man-made machine. Barton tried his best to become a father figure for her, and introduce her to his family so she wouldn't be completely alone. He knew he could never replace her parents or her family, but he could be here for her at least. When Grace had slammed Wanda suddenly into the wall, his breath had hitched. Barton really did care about her.
Sighing softly, he asked her, "Are you alright now?"
Wanda nodded without saying a word.
"Can we stay here for awhile..?"
He nodded as he stood there with her quietly.