"I don't like it much at all, not after Washington," she admitted. Wanda didn't know much more about Hammer than Clint did beyond Hammer's self important and pointless arguing on social media but the way that farce of a trial went so conveniently in Hammer's favor felt wrong. That whole horrible mess was wrong and she was half convinced some shadowy government strike team would come bursting into their apartment any day now. She knew how this country handled its perceived threats, having at one time been one of its top public enemies herself.
She didn't share any of her paranoid with Clint, not that she'd even had a chance in the face of his disgusting onslaught. So much for a serious conversation and Wanda shouldn't be remotely surprised at this sudden turn.
"Stop it," she squealed in protest and shoved at his arm, torn between amusement and righteous indignation at this juvenile assault. She'd have to defend herself and pull out the big guns. "I wanted to watch the news!" she lunged forward and shoved him onto his back, climbing over to straddle him and go for the ticklish spot near his ribcage. When she was sure she had the upper hand and in the position to make demands she continued her ruthless counterattack and said, "And I want you to take me out on a date. A little romance won't hurt, you know."