A loud knock at the door was all the warning Wanda got. A moment later Clint walked in. He made his way abruptly over to the nearest chair and flopped down in it. She knew very well why he was here, so there was no point in saying anything about it. Word got around quick in the prison and Clint was never one for wasting time. He eyed her carefully from his chair and fiddled with his hands as he thought of how best to start. Finally, he settled on a "How'd it go?" Hopefully well. Though, that was doubtful at best. Still, probably not as bad as it had been with him a few days ago. That Tony sure needed a serious kick in the balls for that mess. For now though, he was worried about Wanda. The funny thing was he couldn't remember how it started. This worrying about people thing was new and still growing.