Leaning against him for a moment, Wanda rested her face against his shoulder and groaned at the question before she drew back to roll her eyes and answer, "Clint." She was not so skilled and practiced at handling Hawkeye as Tony seemed to believe she was. Clint had never been particularly easy to get along with, true, but lately it seemed like Wanda had become her team leader's number one enemy.
"He's out of his element as a leader," she explained, diplomatically, and then corrected herself, "Actually, he's terrible. But you know, you were part of that whole whiteboard thing." She'd actually often wondered if Clint had ever apologized to Cap and she had a suspicion that he hadn't. "I could be patient and try to help him with that if we weren't fighting all the time. It's pretty bad, actually, I don't know what I did to get on his nerves but apparently now I can't ever do anything right." Though, to be fair, Wanda felt that the same was true of Clint.
This was a well-worn tirade, oft repeated to Pietro who she knew would be sympathetic. She was sure that she and Clint's constant arguing was noticeable, but Wanda hadn't brought anything up to Jan- who seemed to want to get along well with everybody. Though there was some comfort in the fact that Clint and her brother weren't particularly fond of one another either, Wanda still felt like a majority of Clint's worst behavior was directed towards her.
"We were doing well when he first came back to New York. I have no idea what happened," she complained. She might have even said they'd been something close to friends at that point, and now they were barely speaking. Wanda would gladly ask Clint what exactly had caused all of this trouble if she could actually stomach a single word that spewed from his mouth these days. But she couldn't.