There were few people Barton would trust on word alone.
Bobbi Morse, fellow SHIELD agent with whom Clint had done field work when he wasn't partnered with Tasha, was one of them.
…And yes. No matter how they'd met, no matter how little he trusted magic, Wanda Maximoff was another. She was more than her powers and more to him than that too.
If Nat or Fury showed up, he'd either have to concede sanity or conclude he was completely mad. Hard to say which.
But, no matter what he'd seen, he didn't think he had it in him to make up someone like Strange.
Sanity it was, then.
Slowly but fluidly, Clint stuck the arrow back into the quiver and slung the bow over his shoulder.
Then, looking at Wanda with a heartbreaking expression, Clint let himself fall to his knees.