After her shower, Wanda ended up wanting a cup of water from the kitchen. Her hair was tied up in a loose knot at the top of her head, and she was deep in thought as she shuffled into the darkly-lit room. Fumbling around in the cabinets until she found a cup big enough for what she wanted, she moved over to the sink, filling it up. That was when she heard the noises.

There was someone playing music in the main room. It was coming from a guitar. It was when the singing began that caused Wanda to smile; it was Clint. She had no idea he played guitar, or could sing, but he was good. His voice was deep and a little on the husky side, and he was singing some old country song, and he was into it. Out of curiosity, the blonde made her way toward the room. She leaned against the doorframe.

Clint was strumming his guitar, his eyes closed as he focused. He sang along to the music he played, gently swaying back and forth. Wanda smiled as she watched him, leaned there against the door frame. He looked happy. She figured playing guitar was one of his pastimes, something he did whenever the others were all asleep. This caused her to wonder if he'd ever played it during her time there so far. Why hadn't she heard him before? 

"You caught me." Clint's voice caused Wanda to snap out of her music-induced reverie. He was staring at her now; she wasn't sure how long it had been since he stopped playing. "How long were you standing there?"

She shrugged, blushing out of pure embarrassment. "I'm not sure," she admitted. "Not long, though. You're really good. Where did you learn to play like that?"

"YouTube." He laughed, but it died when he saw the confused look on her face. "It's this video website. C'mere." He beckoned her over, and she downed her water cup before sitting down beside him. He took out his phone and pulled up this app with videos on it. Wanda slowly leaned on him, watching as he typed in something, and tapped on a video. Almost immediately, the screen showed a man playing guitar. He'd stop every few moments to show the viewers where his fingers were placed on the strings, saying something about "chords". 

"Who is that?" Wanda asked curiously, tilting her head to one side. She didn't recognize the man in the video. He seemed old, maybe in his sixties or so, with white hair and a long grey beard. 

"I dunno." Clint laughed again, his shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. 

She frowned at this. "So you just watch strangers on the internet do things you're capable of doing?" That made absolutely no sense to her. Why bother watching videos of things when you could go out and do those things yourself?

"Yeah, pretty much. But it's not just watching: it's learning, too. The reason why he keeps stopping is to show us the chords to play so we can follow along." He showed her himself following along to the video, putting his fingers on the same strings that the other guy did. Wanda nodded in understanding. It was a strange way to learn indeed. But this YouTube app seemed pretty interesting. Maybe she'd check it out on her own time, on the phone Tony had given her...

...Before he locked her up in a cell after the airport battle. Sure, it probably wasn't his fault, but it had happened because she didn't want to sign the Accords, which Tony had signed and insisted the others sign. So, he was guilty by association, unfortunately. Besides, it wasn't like he'd apologized for it or anything. And she couldn't contact him. She was off the grid, away from him and there was no possible way he could find her. Unless he ever thought to check Clint's house, which wasn't completely impossible--

"You seem deep in thought." Clint's voice interrupted Wanda from her thoughts, causing her to look up at him in slight surprise. She merely nodded, gnawing on her bottom lip. She didn't know whether or not to tell him what it was she was thinking about, but apparently it was obvious from the look on her face, because he said, "Look, kid, I know you're not a big fan of being on the run, but we don't really have a choice. We're fugitives. The government is literally on our asses right now. If they find us, they'll just lock us right up again. So until we can show up and save the day randomly, we're stuck here in the middle of nowhere." He chuckled, shrugging. 

"I know, but...I don't like running," she said quietly, gazing up at the older man. She'd grown to like Clint as a father figure. He was so kind to her, but he also took no crap. He wasn't afraid to put you in your place, but he also gave hugs when necessary. "I don't like not being safe."

"You are safe, Wanda. Here is safe." He gently rested a comforting hand on the witch's back. It brought warmth to her, causing her to snuggle into him just as she had earlier. "I know it doesn't feel really safe, but trust me, it is. SHIELD would only look for this place in a really serious situation, but even then, it's off the grid. Only high-level agents know about it, so there's no reason to worry."

She nodded, letting out a sigh as she rested her head on his shoulder. She didn't fully trust staying in one place like this as of yet, but it was the best she could manage for now. Besides, the kids were adorable. Isn't that a good enough reason to stay for? If it all got out of control or if they were found, they could always just run to one of Steve's many safehouses around the globe.