Oneshots ||Scarlizzie • Florlee • Katelena • Wandanat

Doodles [Wandanat]

Prompt: Wanda loves to draw whenever she's bored and one day she gets caught sketching a certain someone by a certain archer.

~ Sketch above will be what Wanda is drawing (ignore the little captions) // Credits go all to the original artist. NOT MINE!!
~ song is what Wanda is listening to in the beginning of the story, 'My Girl' by the Temptations.

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"I've got sunshine," Wanda sings under her breath as she continues to doodle in her sketchbook Steve had gotten her as a gift a month ago. She was currently laying on her stomach at the edge of her bed as the installed speaker in Wanda's room blasted songs in the background,

"on a cloudy day" Wanda continues to sing as she turns the pencil around and erases a bit of her doodle. Turning it back around and continuing on with filling in the hair of the sketch,

"When it's cold outside" she belts out this line a bit longer and just before she can continue a knock silences her.

Wanda's head snaps up and there leaning on the edge of her open door was a smirking Clint. Damn, she didn't realize her door was opened the whole time.

"How long have you been there?" Wanda questioned as she slams her sketchbook shut and leans her elbow on top of it with an innocent smile.

"Just got here," Clint shrugged. Wanda sighs in relief.

"..like 20 seconds ago" He adds on.

Wanda groans and puts his face in his hands, "Clint" She whines.

"Hey, you have a nice voice" Clint laughs before slowly making his way towards her and taking a seat in Wanda's desk chair, "So what are you drawing?"

"Just some flowers" Wanda lies avoiding any kind of eye contact with the man.

"Oh nice" Clint nodded to himself.

"What?" Wanda pushed noticing he seemed to want to say something.

"Nothing nothing just," Clint raises an eyebrow, "I didn't know flowers had hair"

Wanda shut her eyes tightly before placing her head down, her head now on her sketchbook. She mumbled something that sounded like a question but the archer couldn't hear a thing the girl was saying.

"Come again?" Clint asked, "Can't exactly hear you Wands"

"You saw?" Wanda repeated looking back up and finally looking at Clint.

The archer just hummed and nodded, "20 seconds gave me a lot of time to observe more than just your singing."

"That's creepy," Wanda mumbles.

"So Wanda.." Clint drawls, "Want to tell me who you're drawing?"

Wanda observes the archer carefully and shakes her head slowly, "You already know the answer to that, don't you."

Clint shrugs, "I don't know. Do I?"

Wanda squints at the older man before sighing and sitting up. Deciding to lay criss-cross instead, with the sketchbook now on her lap. She fiddled with one of the corners and took the pencil that was laying on her bed and inserted it inside the spine of the book.

"I know you know" Wanda mumbled before hesitantly opening the book and flipping back to the page she was on. Clint took advantage of the wheels of the chair and scooted closer to Wanda so he was right beside the girl. Wanda turned the sketchbook toward Clint's direction and let the sketchbook speak for her.

"Wow," Was all Clint said as he looks down at the sketch.

"Please don't tell her." Wanda says pleadingly.