“For now,” she answered to his question, unaware that he assumed she’d gone into battle drunk. She was reckless sometimes but not that reckless. Her powers were chaotic enough as it was- trying to use them when she’d been drinking wasn’t something she would risk unnecessarily. Though maybe she'd have felt the hurt a lot less if she had been hammered when she went up against the Wrecking Crew. “I was helping some friends.” Wanda hadn't actually been as much help as she would’ve liked, which was exactly why she was asking for training from Clint now.
"That bad," she agreed with an unhappy nod, which she immediately regretted as her headache intensified. "I don't think there's a spot on my body without a bruise. It could've gone a lot better for me." True it wasn't often that her defensive spells failed to the degree they had the night before, but it wasn't an incident she cared to repeat. After Cap, Clint was the best physical fighter she knew (who managed without any superhuman powers at all) and, since he was here in her apartment wasting time watching cartoons he seemed as good a choice to train her as any. "Whatever you think I need to know. I've got basics down but it's been awhile."