Wanda nodded solemnly at this, pleased by his selection. She rocked back on her heels, a sudden bout of eagerness overtaking her. This was beginning to feel almost like a game. Not the sort of game that entertained those Capitol vultures, but the carefree, childish entertainment she and Pietro had once indulged in. His infectious sense of mischief was a surprise coming from Clint, she reflected briefly, trying not to let her thoughts drift in the direction of a certain conversation between him and Natasha that she had been an secret witness to. There had been nothing light or inconsequential in what had passed between them days earlier.
She looked startled as he referenced Natasha, worried for a second that he had somehow read her mind. But no, no. It was a completely innocent remark; she detected genuine amusement in his gaze. Trying to cover her surprise, Wanda quickly smiled and busied herself working out how best to hold one of the nets.
"I suppose it's a cautionary tale of sorts. You open your home to one wayward Victor and there's no telling who or what all you'll end up welcoming in..."