Oh this wasn't going to be pretty. Clint could tell already. Wanda had this awkward stance she always carried at times like this. It usually happened when she was about to say something annoying. But, there was nothing for it. She had him cornered out here. Probably knew it too. Maybe he could just swim away from her?
Well, there it was. Simply put, what was his problem with her. This was going to be a pickle. It came out to him with edge of spitefulness. Just how to answer something like that? Clint sighed and let his bow arm dangle to his side while he thought the matter over. After a tense moment's pause, he turned back to face her with an even frown. "Why would you ask something like that?"