Jessica also understood where Wanda was coming from. How many times had she come to her rescue without question? There wasn't a doubt in her mind that if Jessica were in the same position as Clint, she'd still do the same. She couldn't fault Wanda for that. Averting her eyes, she ran her fingers through her hair and contemplated for a moment, before she grumbled, "Dammit, Barton," and sighed.
"If he wants to stay, fine. There's plenty of room out on the balcony." A wry smirk ghosted over her lips, though one blink and Wanda might've missed it. She supposed if her fears came true, they could handle it, but Wanda was right- Clint was their friend, bottom line. And if Jessica was being honest, she could always use more practice at being a good one.