Jyn sighed and rubbed a hand over her hair; she wasn't sure what would be the best way for her and her friends to get out of this mess. For one thing, she knew that she would have to handle it because she wasn't sure if Cassian or Dacia would know how to handle this particular issue. Thinking on the matter, Dacia wasn't sure if she would know how to handle the problem if she hadn't previously had some experience working on the particular issue. Or at least the background issue to know why she needed the issue to be relentlessly dealt with and quashed before it became a big thing.
Jyn could easily admit that she did not have the best opinion of Designation: Scarlet Witch. For one thing, she couldn't understand how the woman, because Jyn was of the opinion that while the woman had been forced to grow up early, her age on her passport still put the onus of legal responsibility on her shoulders. The point, though, was that Jyn similarily hadn't had the greatest start in life, but she had an illegal terrorist group. She had even avoided throwing in her lot with the Resistance, having bigger concerns that fighting for the Universe. Most notably she spent a long time fighting for her survival (and from time to time answers), never mind that she didn't particularly find herself too keen on the looks of suspicion that her mere presence inspired.
It was some of her earlier experiences in prisons across the Galactic Empire, using names such as Liana Halik or Lyra Rallik or Kestrel Dawn, Tanity Panta or Nari McVee, which she felt gave her a unique insight into some of the plights that Designation: Scarlet Witch was now facing. She only had to work out how they could negate her powers without making her too uncomfortable. It was already proving to be a bit of a headache, at least she supposed that judging by the fact that the K-2SO told her that she had sighed more than 40 times in the last twenty minutes.
Smiling ruefully to herself while she accepted the chiding, Jyn lifted her hand and slid the scrunchie off her wrist. Using the other hand, she ran her fingers through her hair, wanting nothing more than to get this problem sorted out. Looking at the computer screen in front of her, Jyn clambered to her feet and began to walk around the office, wanting to stretch out her stiff limbs.
"Oh dear, it seems as if this is going to be a big problem to deal with, you have tied back your hair." K-2SO snarked at her.
"Oh shush you, this is going to be a complicated matter to deal with, and I don't need to listen to your passive-aggressive comments to do a good job!" Jyn warned the AI hotly.
"You know I will never understand human behaviour, Cassian always did things that I wasn't sure of either." The AI lamented.
"I know you are more than capable of understanding the intricacies of human behaviour. Weren't you an Imperial Droid before working with Cassian?" Jyn wondered aloud.
"The staff that make up the Empire, are a bit easier to understand, they don't allow themselves to be guided by emotions. The Resistance was a touch more emotional and sensational about things" K-2SO sniffed.
Jyn smirked at the ceiling and wondered what Cassian would say if he could hear K-2SO was saying. She knew that the man was unlikely to like if he heard what his former robot K-2SO was expressing.
Stifling a snort of laughter, Jyn made her way over to one of the large workspaces in the small room. She knew that what she was writing on would probably be termed as something similar to a Whiteboard, but Jyn couldn't be sure. All she knew for definite was that it was a piece of technology that Dacia had brought from their home Universe. Taking one of the assortment of pen style styli that was standing in a jar-type object that was hooked via a velcro type substance to the side of the large interactive board. Jyn carefully uncapped the pen and shifted her weight from foot to foot as she stared at the board in front of her.
Scrawling in big letters, she carefully printed the name Wanda Maximoff / Designation: Scarlet Witch. Beneath the letters, she wrote in a different colour, snorting at herself when she realised that she was now using a reddish coloured pen, she wrote in a flowing script, manipulates probability and influences minds. Cocking her head to the side, she scrawled beside the words; can manipulate minds but unclear on whether or not she is talented enough to pull off a long-term manipulation of the mind. Stepping back to peer at the words, Jyn once again cocked her head to the side and thought to herself how much she should include in this part.
Shaking the thoughts from her mind like an errant fly, she made a few further gestures before she flicked her finger on the small group of styli and lifted one of them. She was prepared to go further into some of the things that she needed to think about, but still feeling that she needed to make notes to assimilate her thoughts better. Pulling at the lower lip with her upper teeth, Jyn nodded to herself once as she made up her mind on what she wanted to write next. Squashing her handwriting even further, Jyn made a few more notes on some of the problems they could well expect to encounter next;
· We need to ensure the safety of the spaceship, of the people abroad the ship both the prisoners and ourselves.
In handwriting that was still slightly smaller beneath, Jyn scrawled a note to herself that she would need to double check if it was suspected that Designation: Scarlet Witch's powers were connected to her mental health. She didn't to fear for the safety of everyone else onboard the spaceship if the woman were to have a bad day.
· Check whether or not the woman can use mind control.
Frowning briefly at the words in front of her, Jyn made a clarifying note for herself; she honestly wasn't sure if the woman could use her mental manipulation powers in such a refined manner as to guide someone else's actions. Jyn was well aware that it was likely to be a thought that would keep her up at night, certainly if she wasn't able to research for herself the likely outcomes. Attempting to suppress a shudder climbing up her spine as she wondered whether or not Maximoff had been unconsciously relying on her powers to make life difficult for others intentionally. Or if she was so immature as to want to make things difficult for others with no fear of reprisals for herself.
In yet another colour underneath Jyn scrawled another note to herself,
· We need some system whereby we can control whether or not Designation: Scarlet Witch has unrestrained access to her powers, she could do a lot of damage that way if she were so inclined.
Drawing a box around her previous words, she knew that she would have to keep coming back to them.
"Ms Erso, it would be prudent to remember that we may need some system in place in case Maximoff has been influencing the other Avengers. It is possible that we could have another problem on our hands if the other Avengers come back to their minds while they are still secured on this spaceship." AI: K-2SO spoke evenly as his android mind raced through some of the possible ramifications of holding the dangerous woman on their spaceship.
Jyn briefly thought to herself for a few seconds before she nodded to herself silently acknowledging all that the former Andriod told her. She knew that the two shared an almost antagonistic relationship, but she could acknowledge that the AI had good ideas that sometimes hadn't even occurred to Jyn. It was prudent for her to keep looking at the solutions offered before K-2SO (no matter how much of an asshole he could be) could see threats before they began to even occur to Jyn.
Tappin her finger along the board in front of her, Jyn wrote the words directly underneath the last piece of writing. Before stepping away from the board, Jyn boxed the words and momentarily froze, with her head cocked to the side. Nodding to herself resolutely, Jyn tapped the blinking save button and then wiped the screen of the words and peered around the small room she was about to leave. Satisfied that the room was tidy enough for her not to feel guilty when exiting the room, Jyn pushed the stool she had earlier been perched in underneath one of the lab style tables and swiftly made her way from the room.
WHOOSH
Weighing up her options in the silver corridor, Jyn made her way towards the room where she knew she would be able to find Cassian. Rubbing her hands together to try and force a little heat back into the cold extremities, she quickly made her way through the quiet corridor to the room where she knew that she would be able to find the man. Jyn knew the man well enough to be able to guess that the man would be situated in the small engineering cubby – it was where he could always be found if he felt stressed, or if there was anything he wanted to hide from, coward that he was! Jyn knew that she was truly no different, if she didn't have anything pressing to do, then she would find her solace in the quiet of the engineering cupboard. As far as she was aware the only one of the trio that did not seek the solace of the small room surrounded by a myriad of spanners, wrenches, torques and a small variety of engine oil was Dacia. She was more likely to be found in the library room of the spaceship when things got tough for her to deal with and work through.
Stepping through the door to the engineering nodule, she silently watched her friend for a few moments. Taking the time to gather her thoughts while she waited for Cassian to turn off the heated tool he was using. It would do no good for the two of them to have to deal with some errant flames while the two were trying to have a reasonable discussion. Waiting for a few moments, she waited until the man could turn his full attention to her.
"Hey, Cassian, do you have a moment to talk to me about the problems with regards the prisoners in the cells?" Jyn asked softly, knowing that she felt as if she had to get an answer.
"Yeah sure, I'm guessing that you are thinking about what could happen if one of the prisoners becomes fed up with our unique brand of hospitality?" Cassian guessed, glancing up at Jyn.
"I am a bit concerned about how we can deal with their unique skillsets should they not care about remaining in the amount of security we can hold them in. Tell me if I am wrong, but while I do think that Designation: Scarlet Witch is the biggest threat, or at the biggest threat to us, the rest of them are potential threats. Is there any of system that you can think of that we can use about safely containing them? We need some form of protection, but we need to make sure that we do not go overboard. We are all about customer satisfaction on this spaceship after all." Jyn finished sarcastically.
"I have got an idea that we can use to look after the cells in this prison, but the absolute last thing we want is to put them in the frame of mind where escape starts to look like a valid option. Do we have any information yet on what the woman is capable of? We don't want to not wake up some morning because she has taken it on to oh yeah, start a mutiny! It would be a major waste of time, if we start making improvements to this spaceship needlessly, only to find out that we do not need them." Cassian started
"That's your burgeoning idea face, what are you thinking of doing?" Jyn asked, curious as to what would inspire that particular look on her friend's face.
"I don't think it's anything, but when we started to come around with only Dacia for the company and the beginnings of two AI system, I confess that my paranoia started to run my decision-making process. I didn't want for us to be put in the same position again, so I may have some additional upgrades to the spaceship, without telling Dacia." Cassian winced, already know what his friend's reaction was going to be, without even having to check.
"Wait, this wasn't around the time when you didn't know if you could trust Dacia, so you spent hours skulking around this spaceship, and didn't tell us what you were doing? That time? What did you do?" Jyn's voice took on a warning tone, as she massaged at her temples, trying to rub away some of the frustration she was currently feeling.
"Yeah, I managed to work around some of the protocols on this spaceship, to make it limit how easy it could be for someone to reach the Force in this gloried tin can. At first, I wasn't sure if we could trust Dacia, I have been through enough battles to know that is not something I want to go back to. Not now, not when we finally know what it is like to feel peace. The small upgrade I made was to make sure that no one would be able to use the Force offensively against us again." Cassian started defensively, attempting to explain some of his reasoning.
"You know that Dacia has been struggling to reach the Force though right, it's making her feel poorly, what the hell were you thinking? Do you even know what you were thinking? Does she know what you did?" Jyn tried to reign in her temper, something that she could already sense that she was attempting to fight a losing battle with.
"No, how was I supposed to tell her anyway! Should I walk up to her and say hey remember we didn't trust each for a while, I might have put a line of security code onto this spaceship to make you feel bad. But hey it's okay, we trust each other now. Would you like me to change that back? I will destroy any trust the woman has in us if I do that!" Cassian lashed back in his anger.
"YOU SHOULD HAVE BLOODY WELL THOUGHT ABOUT THAT BEFORE YOU DID IT. YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE TO CONFESS. DACIA DAMN WELL DESERVES THE TRUTH, WHAT THE HELL MAN!" Jyn raised her voice in her temper; she couldn't believe the man in front of her.
"OH NO, IF I'M GOING DOWN, I'M TAKING YOU WITH ME, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU KNOW ABOUT MORALITY ANYWAY?" Cassian matched her with a raised voice.
"I'VE BEEN AROUND THE BLOCK A BIT MORE THAN YOU SONNY BOY, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU, WHAT EVEN POSSESSED YOU TO THINK THAT THIS WAS A SMART MOVE?" Jyn screamed back at the man, her chest moving up and down as some of her frustration leaked through in her body language.
"EXCUSE ME?! YOU DIDN'T FIGHT IN THE RESISTANCE, YOU SPENT ALL THOSE YEARS RUNNING FROM THE KNOWLEDGE OF WHAT YOUR PRECIOUS DADDY DID FOR THE G.E. WHEN YOU COULD HAVE BEEN FIGHTING TO CORRECT SOME OF THOSE WRONGS!" Cassian roared, realising a second too late that he had made a mistake and said something horrible.
"Excuse me? Some people had to keep running just for their survival, call me selfish if you must, but I had to put my survival as a top priority. I was already left behind by Saw, and my parents, I didn't have the time to put the comfort of everyone else at the top of my priority list." Jyn snapped, her face turning pale as she heard what Cassian was roaring at her.
Taking one last searching look at the man, Jyn left the room hurriedly, she might not be sure of a lot, but she knew that she didn't want someone to think that she could cry at the drop of a hat. Storming through the corridors of the spaceship, Jyn tried once again to gulp back her emotions; she wanted to be able to take a beat and breathe through the psychological pain by herself. It might not make a lot of sense to anyone else, but Jyn knew that she would feel better if she could just concentrate on herself without having any distractions there.
The last thing she needed when she felt like this was to be around anyone else attempting to rationalise her feelings. She was well aware that her feelings did not make a lot of sense, but if she could work through them at her speed, then that was better.
Scrubbing a hand over her face desperately as she wondered to herself whether or her eyes had begun leaking. Jyn could recognise that the turn of phrase might sound slightly strange, but she felt as if she didn't want to say cry. She knew that if she were to start using terms like crying, then she would become a self-fulfilling prophecy, something that she didn't want to become. Feeling a small measure of relief coursing through her system, when her hand came away dry. There would be time enough for her to cry later when she was alone and could hide.
Not wanting to clue Dacia in on what a horrified looking Cassian had said to her, Jyn shook her head and tried to push the thoughts to the side. Making her way through to the spaceship to the small library type nodule, where she knew she would be able to find the former Jedi Master. Humming under her breath to some of the 'Moana' soundtrack she had listened to the previous night, she had a particular affinity for the 'How Far I'll Go' song.
WHOOSH
Trying to stifle a smirk when she came upon Dacia sitting at the desk, almost falling over an account of finding the Force and attaining inner balance in your life. Jyn wasn't claiming that she was a stalker, but she had flicked through the book before when the group were still waiting between missions. She could remember, immediately when they had been saved, Jyn had felt cast adrift from her friends and unsure about what her next move should be. She could freely admit that it had helped that that she had her friends around her to rely upon, even if they recognised when she had simply wanted some space.
Briefly shaking her head as she idly wondered if she too was that predictable to her friends. Taking a brief step towards the woman, Jyn wondered if she should inform the woman some of what she had learned when she had been speaking with Cassian about. Casting the thought out of her mind, she opened her mouth ready to speak.
"Hey, Dacia, I was wondering if you had already emailed Ms Potts and Ms Hill, we need some further information about Designation: Scarlet Witch, so we know how best to secure her?" Jyn asked wanting to let the woman know some of what was going through her head.
"Not yet, the words that I want to put in the email aren't coming to me. I keep starting to mentally compose it and then thinking of something else that I may have missed. Was there anything else that you wanted to say to me?" Dacia evenly asked, her eyebrow climbing up her face as she took in the side of a fidgeting Jyn.
"No, but, but I discussed something with Cassian, and I am not sure how to bring it up with you." Jyn shakily spoke, wringing her hands together as she spoke.
"Is this about him limiting my access to the Force onboard this spaceship? He is not as sneaky as he thinks and while I wish that he didn't feel the need to do what he did, I can understand. He didn't have to give me his total trust when the two of you first got onto this ship, but I can well understand why he didn't. My only regret is that he hasn't told me about those actions." Dacia sadly responded, weighing out her every word as she tried to pick what she should say next.
"Wait, you knew? But why didn't you stop him, if he was doing something that you knew would cause YOU pain, then you could have stopped him. Why didn't you stop him?" Jyn asked she was having difficulty believing what she was hearing.
"As I said, I felt it wasn't my place to stop him, what could I do anyway? He isn't as brilliant at what he is doing as he likes to pretend. I had to nudge some of his new protocols in the right direction. If such a small thing as my discomfort could bring him relief, then who am I to stop him? I couldn't if I still wanted his trust, don't forget all of the arguments that we had had at the same time, I had no desire to continue with the fight, I knew that I would have to make sacrifices if I wanted to gain his trust. No matter how painful it could be for me, but it was necessary." Dacia sighed, her face growing more and more stressed as she thought about some of her potential actions.
"But wouldn't that have been needlessly painful for you? I don't understand why some people find betrayal as easy as breathing? It doesn't make any sense for you to put yourself through the possibility of pain simply to gain something as simple as his trust, there were other ways to gain that. You had just saved our lives; you did not have to gain his trust!" Jyn cried, throwing her arms in the air.
"True enough, I had just saved your lives, but I had taken you out of a Universe where you understood the rules to a new one. Not that I understood the rules when we first landed here. I knew that it would take a while for you to trust but I didn't want to force his hand. That wouldn't be a good way for me to ensure that he could trust me. If my discomfort was more important when I wanted to gain allies and friends, then so be it." Dacia hummed looking at peace with what she was saying before continuing "I don't necessarily think that he betrayed me, so much as didn't trust me and I can't blame him for that, not really anyway."
"It doesn't make any sense to me; I wish that some things could be as simple as they were when we were children. Is that too much to ask?" Jyn wailed plaintively.
"Some people are not lucky enough to get a childhood. I was taken as a youngling to become a padawan. Make no mistake, but I am not excusing what he did, but to an extent, I can understand it. I know that if I were to be ripped away from everyone I loved if I understood that otherwise messy emotion, I would be afraid and confused as well. It might not make a lot of sense but Cassian similarily didn't have a childhood, from a young age he was pressed into service for the Resistance, you can't judge him for that, no matter how easy it would be." Dacia sadly told the woman, still not entirely sure if she adequately justify Cassian's rampant paranoia.
"Okay, but if the discomfort if the pain feels like it is getting too much, then you have to let me know, I don't want you to go for long in pain. I can only treat you if you tell me what is happening. Does it not bother you that the guy finds it so easy to betray you like it was nothing and not even tell you about what he did?" Jyn pleaded, trying to make some sense out of what her friend was saying.
"Listen Jyn; you can't hold this against him for me. I don't blame him for it, nor should you." Dacia laughed at her friend, as she clambered to her feet.
Darcy looked over at Jyn and bit her lip as she saw that her friend looked like she was struggling with some of what she was telling her friend. Darcy stepped over towards her friend her arms held open as her friend walked into her arms. Darcy held the woman in her arms and rocked the woman side to side as she tried to be there for the woman. Humming gently into the woman's hair, Darcy waited until the woman had nodded tremulously against her until she could let the woman go.
"Now then, what else do I need to be aware of? Not that what you told me about Cassian isn't important, but I don't feel like it's as important as some of the things that we have to deal with?" Darcy gently asked the woman, before taking a step back.
"No, I just, along with Cassian, need a full list of potential abilities, so we know how to cover them potentially. I wouldn't trust anything that the RAFT had on their abilities; I wouldn't be sure if Stark shared what he knew of their abilities, they were taken too quickly. Can you make sure that you ask them for that information?" Jyn asked, shaking her head to clear the thoughts from her mind.
"Certainly, it might take me a while to get a response from them. I can't say I'm filled with confidence at any intel they could provide us, but I don't see the harm in asking because even if we can't be sure about what kind of intel we get, I don't see the harm in asking." Dacia nodded at the woman clambering to her feet.
Directing a last look at Jyn, she exited the room feeling suddenly unsure about what was to do. She knew that if she claimed to be a rational adult (which she did), she should go and talk to Cassian, simply because she knew how worried Jyn had been, but she was able to put it out for her mind for now. She had spent enough time procrastinating and would now have to go and do precisely what she had been putting off. In thinking this, Dacia wondered idly to herself when her life had become so complicated that she longed for the days when she hide behind the guise of Darcy Lewis, a nom de guerre she had used when they had first crash landed in this part of the Universe.
Still, no point wasting time when she could be doing some work and making herself useful.
WHOOSH
Finally, reaching the small control nodule where she knew that she would be able to write the email. Glancing around the room briefly, she smiled a little to herself, at least nobody would be around to watch her work. She hated when it came to instances where she had to put all that she had learned when she had been Darcy through university, strange how those lessons could be helpful. She had realised early on that there were some things that she found similar to her Jedi Training, even if some of the concepts and players were as of yet unfamiliar to her. Still, Dacia tended to remind herself that if she could familiarise herself with a few of these names, then it might be a good thing.
Taking a seat at one of the computers left in front of her, Dacia sat down and started to fidget around a little bit with her fingers; she was well aware that now was not the time for her to become too introspective. Opening up the email program on her computer, Dacia thought once again about some of the things that she wanted to say. Shaking her head to clear it like an errant fly, Dacia cracked her neck and leaned forward to type.
TO: Ms Potts & Ms Hill, The, Vision
FROM: Darcy Lewis
C/O: Erso, J., Andor, C.
I am sorry that it took me some time to be able to email you guys, but we have done it. Working off some of the previous GPRS data that Dr Stark's helicopter had last been recorded landing at. It took us some time to plan an op, but we were able to storm the place and take possession of the Rogue Avengers. We got them out just in time; it seems as if Designation: (Former) Captain America and Designation: Winter Solider had the same idea and were also working to liberate all of them.
As a happy coincidence, we have not got all of them locked up on the spaceship and need some further advice about what you would like us to do with them now. We are completely happy to hold onto them for a time more; there are indeed still some instances where we want to get to the bottom of why they got themselves involved in this mess. Or what this whole thing was supposed to mean.
The conditions that they were being held in at the RAFT Prison makes us hesitant to trust and form of security system that those in Power on this planet currently possess. For the moment though, we can only trust our security until there is some form of prison that we can be confident they can be held in.
The legal parameters around their short stay at the RAFT Prison has also given us reason to doubt whether or not their rights were being completely followed. Aren't your people so fond of claiming things like 'innocent until proven guilty'?
We doubt that they were even read their rights, never mind had them followed.
For now, though we will hold them you will need to give us a full list of their abilities. In particular, we need to update the security onboard our spaceship; we need to know the abilities of Designation: Scarlet Witch, in particular, we don't need to start worrying about the woman is capable of while we are flying with them. Do you have any actionable intel we can use to safeguard ourselves against the threat that is the woman?
If there is anything you can tell us, we would be very much obliged and could start to update the security.
We also need to know if there are any allergies or anything we need to be aware off, we want to know if there is anything we need to be aware of before we accidentally poison them. Or strangle them by accident.
Or in any other way accidentally kill them? We do not need for questions to be raised regarding our presence in this Universe.
We are going to start interviewing them soon, are there any questions you would like us to ask. If there, please reply to this email ASAP with any questions, and we can ask them when it comes time to do them.
Has Dr Stark woken up yet, I know you may not trust me when I say this, but one of the people onboard this spaceship has a background in medical treatments. If you would like to pass me on his file, I can have Jyn take a look at the notes.
Signed, Lewis D. otherwise known as Dacia
Darcy leaned back from the computer and cast her eyes over the email; she didn't want to get to the point where she instantly regretted what she had said. When she was happy that the spelling, punctuation and grammar of the email were all as they should be, she hit SEND. It was time for her to get some answers.
Stretching her limbs out as she stood up, Dacia idly wondered to herself what she should do with the rest of her time. Wincing a little as she heard the small popping noise of her back, she released that she should probably begin stretching out her back again. Even though her old friend Mace Windu had been rumoured dead for years, some of his old advice still rang through her mind; that she should always try to maintain some form of balance within herself. She might not have seen Yoda in a long time, there were also rumours that the small green alien was dead, but he always liked to extol on the virtues of her properly stretching. Maybe she could talk to Jyn and Cassian about her setting aside some time in the gym each day to do a little yoga?
Dacia felt almost better when she realised that now it seemed as she if she had a further plan of action. Taking note of her tranquil mood, she decided that now would be the best time for her to talk to Cassian, it wouldn't serve anyone well if she were to suddenly lose her temper with the man.
Making her way through the ship to Cassian in the small engineering room, she knew that she would be able to find the man in there, or at least she knew that when he had been talking to Jyn. Not particularly wanting to have this conversation, but knowing that she would have to, she sighed not sure she would like the outcome of the conversation.
WHOOSH
Clint shook his head once again, wondering what the strange feeling in his head was. The only thing he could say that it felt similar to was when your ears readjusted after being at a high altitude. Or even at the lower depths of the ocean.
SHIELD missions were weird; he thought as he shook his head.
Taking a moment to shake his head, trying to clear it of the errant thoughts, something that Nat would have harshly (it was how the woman showed she cared) would have told him was a dangerous thing for the old beat-up sniper to do. He had decided that soon after Loki he didn't want to think about his next move. He just wanted to be told where to aim and where to shoot again. The last time he had made decisions for himself, he had wound up not shooting the Black Widow, even if that action had led him to grew into one of the strongest friendships, even if he occasionally got exasperated by the woman.
Unfortunately, though he couldn't claim that he didn't understand the sentiment, he hadn't been trusted by SHIELD afterwards. He was the one who had led an assault force against the Helicarrier, and cost many their lives after all. Sure, it had made things difficult for him, but he honestly wasn't sure if he would have reacted any differently if the shoe had been on the other foot. Shaking his head once to clear his head of the introspective thoughts. It hadn't been helpful to him to fixate on things that weren't instantly helpful to him.
Looking down at his hands again, Clint wondered not for the first time, why he had fixated for so long, on the last act of Pietro Maximoff had been to save him and that little boy. He could never understand why he had carried around so much guilt. He could maybe rationalise that he hadn't been able to understand what had possessed the man to give his life in favour of protecting Clint.
Trying to cast his memory back to when the Maximoff twins had first come across the Avengers notice, which was back in Sokovia, back when they had liberated the sceptre. All of their problems started back when they had brought back that thrice-accursed sceptre. Clint would sometimes wonder if it was possible that Wanda had gotten to Stark and hadn't told anyone. But he realised that if Stark had been hit, then he wouldn't have done them a favour and shut up.
Clint was well aware that some of his instinctive training as a sniper meant that he could put away some of the deaths. Because what else could a sniper or assassin do? It would do him a disservice if (in his head anyway) he carried around every life he had ever taken. He would have been pretty bad at his job if he hadn't been able to move past it and had remained haunted by the job he undertook.
So, why did he remain so fixated on the death of that one man? It wasn't as if the two were friends, they hadn't even shared much interaction beyond him and his sister fucking them up.
It seemed as if Clint was beginning to conclude that things were not as they seemed and he had to wonder what else he might have missed.