"Don't sell yourself short, Clint," she admonished and tilted her head, studying his expression. He cared, about her and the team, she knew that. Or else why would he have tried so hard to get them all the way here and stuck with them, even fighting with Tony and Steve, even being in this prison. He might be saying it was just survival but it was more than that. These were his people, for better or worse. They were all like some dysfunctional family; they might not get along but they all needed one another and, more importantly, they maybe needed to appreciate each other a little more. Clint might have asked for recognition but he deserved it as much as any of them.
"You've been a good friend to me," she told him and dropped his arm only to take his hand and hold it in one of hers. The smile she'd lost was back only now it seemed almost sheepish. "I've never really thanked you, Clint, for- well- everything. So, thanks." Wanda closed the gap between them, grasping him by the collar of his shirt with her free hand and pulling him in close. She had every intention of giving him just a friendly peck on the cheek, but on a whim she changed her mind, letting go of his shirt and sliding her fingers up to his chin where, at the last second, she turned his face down so that his lips meet hers. The kiss was brief, but she was still smiling when she pulled away and her face was slightly flushed. She didn't know why she'd done it, really, maybe it had been that desolate look on his face or maybe it was just because she wanted to. Why not? Even if the world was ending and they were all going to die, it didn't have to be what Clint said. It didn't have to just be survival, it could be just a little bit more of living. When was the last time she'd kissed anyone? It seemed like years, ages, eons ago- back when life was actually life and there was still some hope and chance of happiness. This was maybe just a glimpse of that, but kissing Clint had felt neither particularly strange nor especially wrong. Wonders never ceased.