"It is much easier. We do not kill the chickens for food. Clint likes them too much. They are birds of a feather." That was one phrase he knew, since Clint liked to make that joke every time Pietro cussed out the chickens.
"I..." He shrugged. "He is not my father, and I do not consider him as such. But he plays the role, and my sister and I care for him. It does not need a label."
He wished he had the same problem. Summers working on the farm, or during training, were torture for him. But Wanda appreciated his warmth as well. "You could use less magic if you did not change yourself," he said.