Dinner was quiet, other than the loud slurping of noodles coming from Cooper's direction. Wanda didn't really have much to say, after all. So they all sat in silence, Lila humming as she ate. It was a few minutes before Laura spoke up. "So, Wanda. You're from Sokovia, right?" she asked, attempting to make conversation. Wanda found it sweet, so she followed up with it.

"Yes," she replied, giving the brunette a kind smile. "Novi Grad, the capital, is where I lived." After all the years of fighting it back, she was able to speak of her home country without breaking down. This, of course, had taken several weeks of breathing practices and meditation. 

"What was that like?" Lila asked, her bright eyes shining with curiosity. She was seated on her mother's lap instead of on her own chair, something that made Wanda confused but she said nothing of it. "Was it a pretty place? Were there butterflies there?"

The witch let out a soft laugh, her lips curving upward in a little smile. "It was really pretty there, yes. Summers were especially pretty. The trees would all get these little flowers blooming, and there was a summer celebration every August. I loved it there." She remembered one summer day when her and Pietro were young, and he had braided flowers into her hair. He wasn't very good at braiding, but that didn't mean he never tried. 

"Ooh! I love flowers!" Lila giggled, looking up at Laura. "Mama does, too!"

"She sure does." Clint grinned as he leaned over to spoon himself more noodles, reaching across the table on his own which caused Laura to click her tongue at him. "I get 'er flowers every Valentine's Day. Lavender, her fave."

"And I get him a ton of coffee."

"And it's always damn wonderful coffee."

Wanda smiled as she listened to the couple talk, picking at her food. She wasn't that much of an eater. She'd never been, as she had learned from her days on the streets to never eat much and leave extra to share with others. Her biggest rule was "eat half, leave half for Pietro". The memory made her smile falter a little. Pietro. Her brother...

"Do you miss your brother?" Cooper asked, noticing the woman's sad look. "Dad says he was a really good guy." 

"He was one of the best guys," she replied, smiling sadly as she pushed the noodles around her plate. The sauce smeared around and her appetite only went further down as she thought more and more about him. She remembered the way she felt her heart shatter in half as she stood there in battle, the way she could hear his voice in her head. "You didn't see that coming?" 

"He was her brother. Of course she missed him. She'll get over him soon, though." Clint shrugged, shoveling noodles into his mouth. That's when everything snapped.

She looked over at him with the coldest look in her eyes. "Get over him, huh? Just because you name your son after him and let me stay here, I'll magically get over my twin brother's death?" Her tone was sharp, clearly rage-filled. She stood up from her chair. "Excuse me," she said in a strained voice before running off down the hall. 

Wanda found the stairs and climbed up them as fast as she could, before running down to her room and entering, slamming the door behind herself with a shout of rage. How DARE he say such a thing? He knew NOTHING about her! The blonde flopped down on the bed, burying her face in the pillow as she let out a scream. The scream was loud and long, but muffled by the fabric of the pillow. She screamed out all her feelings, all her emotions, and screamed until she couldn't anymore. And then she lay there in silence, the only noise being the ticking of the wall clock as time passed.

Her anger at Clint went away after perhaps thirty minutes of lying there, letting her brain process everything that had happened. Logic finally caught up to the anger, causing it to dissipate at last. He didn't truly mean what he'd said. Sure, she'd never truly get over Pietro's death, but she would eventually learn to cope with it, and she would no longer break down like this whenever the topic of him was brought up. She was already halfway through.

Soon, there came a knock on the door. Even though Wanda said nothing, it opened anyway and Clint stood there. "Hey, kid...I'm sorry about what I said. That was an asshole move," he said, rubbing his arm as he shifted his weight. She merely shrugged in response.

"What, did Laura make you come up here to apologize?" she shot at him, and he flinched. It was clear her words hurt, and she quietly added an apology.

"No, it's fine. You're right, she chewed me out right after you stormed off. And she was right. I was being insensitive and rude." He stepped farther into the room, sitting down at the edge of her bed. The mattress protested with a squeak as the springs bent to support his weight. "I shouldn't have said that. Of course you're not going to get over him. He was the only family you had left." 

She nodded, looking away. Instead of replying, she looked at the pattern of the quilt on her bed. It was a brilliant quilt with various fabrics of colors such as blue, red, and purple stitched into it, with a repeating pattern all throughout. It was beautiful. Wanda ran her hand along it, looking back up at him again. She didn't need to use her powers to know he was truly guilt-ridden for what he'd said.

"It's all right," she whispered, gnawing on her bottom lip with a shrug. "Don't worry about it...I'm just really sensitive over what had happened. I miss him." She released her bottom lip as soon as it began to tremble, and she let out a quiet whimper, causing Clint to almost instantly pull her into a hug.

"Shh, it's okay. Just cry. Holding everything in sucks ass," he murmured, smoothing out her hair. And so she did. She cried everything out, curling up in his lap as she sobbed into him. And he held her like that, rocking her back and forth as he sat in silence, letting her cry.