Her doctor had appeared once Wicked and Pietro left and Wanda had been subjected to an examination and the same arguments she'd had from the nurse when she'd asked to leave. He'd been even worse than the nurse about it and she was left sulking and annoyed again, though she perked up when Clint appeared and even offered him a smile. His question got an eye roll and she bit back a sarcastic answer- well, obviously- and her smile widened into a grin to match his. Clint seemed to be in her corner lately, maybe he wasn't going to treat her like everyone else had. Like she was fragile or incompetent simply because she'd been laid up in here all week and ridiculous for want to go. It wasn't as if it had been her choice.
Complaints weren't here immediate concern, they could wait, for now she looked Clint over carefully, checking for any scrapes or bruises or signs of injury from her father or the Helicarrier. There were a few healing cuts but otherwise he looked fine- it was her turn to feel relieved. She hadn't answered his question but the first thing she did was to ask him one. "Are you all right?" Even if she thought he was, it didn't hurt to be sure. He looked tired, anyway, but everyone she'd seen did. Harried nurses bustling around and Pietro beat up and Wicked worried and Fury had looked downright haggard. They were all probably a long way from 'all right' but this was still a step up from 'dead'.