Wanda found it hard to believe that there wasn't anything to be done to help repair the post apocalyptic world but she wasn't going to argue the point. Instead, she smiled indulgently when he flicked her nose and shook her head. If this was a vacation, she would much rather be working. Being in a coma for a week was certainly not her idea of a holiday. At least she was alive, even if she was a bit weak and a bit restless. She was alive and so were the people she cared about. She didn't want to be afraid of the future or what they'd do next or how they'd manage because there was a future and that was something to be thankful for.
She stared at Clint thoughtfully because just six months ago she would never have thought he'd be one of the first people sitting beside her hospital bed, grinning at her and cracking jokes. She would never have thought she'd have depended on him for anything or trusted him so completely. Or that she'd be sleeping with him, honestly. Now that everything was getting back to normal was all that supposed to end? Through the last few months, Wanda had refused to think about the future and lived in the moment because it was easier than the alternative. Even if she didn't want to worry about what was to come, now, she had to at least think about it. She did. For about three seconds. Then she was pulling Clint forward to press a kiss to his lips. "Hey. Thanks for not being dead," she laughed, smiling against his mouth before she kissed him again. "I appreciate it."