Of course she was. Christ was he rubbing off on her? Marching right up to Magneto’s house and taking Peitro sounded like one of his plans! Call it a wild hunch, but this mission was going get bad. The twins never talked much about dear old dad, but everyone knew enough. The old man wouldn’t be taking it easy on her in a fight. A pause settled in on Clint face as he leaned against the door frame.
Time to think his options over. She had this look on her face and it spoke volumes. He knew Maximoff, she wasn’t going to be talked out of this. And honestly, he didn’t want to. While it was true that Clint and Pietro weren’t exactly best pals, he still felt a tinge of responsibility for the guy. It was akin to the feeling an older brother got when someone else started picking on a younger sibling. Hawkeye could throw soap all day in Quicksilver’s eyes, but let someone else try to do it and see what happens. Besides, Cap and Tony were off doing pretentious leadership things. It wasn’t like anyone was about to immediately notice them disappearing for a while. “Right. I’ll get the plastic arrows.” Clint almost ran down to his locker and abruptly started suiting up. God, they were going to need one hell of an arsenal this time. He looked down the hall and smiled at Wanda. They’d get that twerp back all right. And when he was good and rested they could both kill him. “You know, I’ve always wanted to visit the tropics.”