Capability - Wanda Maximoff

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

P.o.V. Clint:

It has been one week since Wanda is gone. We have not heard from her at all. It is really hard on Pietro and Vision. Vision tried to track her down one, but as soon as Tony saw it, he stopped. I wish I could help them, but I do not know how. Vision seems fine, but he is a robot, so feelings are pretty much the easiest things for him to hide. Tony tried talking to him, but he refuses to answer. He even had shut himself down for a few hours, but Stark ended that and figured out a way to restart him. Since then, Vision had shut quiet to Tony and barley talked to the others.

Pietro also suffers because she left. He tries to be strong so nobody would notice, but I know him, and I can see his grief. I wish I could help him, but I do not think he would want me to help him? I mean I am also glumly because Wanda left but not as much as he is.

I remember Wanda words about him, again and again, every time I stand in front of his door. I never knocked, but I stood there every day since she left. I hate seeing him like this. I want to help him. Again, I remember the things Wanda told me about him when she had changed the reality to a different one, with a younger me and another Pietro, who was in a relationship with me. We where a couple. We were happy, Pietro seemed happy in this alternative reality. I wish I could live in this reality. I wish I could see him happy again. I want him, like that.

Maybe it is the worst time to make it true, but it could also be the best time. I am still unsure what I should do. Again, I stand in front of his door and think. Let's go Barton you can do that. Wanda basically told you, that he likes you back. I can do that. I am not even sure if he is in his room, but he is in there most of the time. I was so lost in my thoughts, that I flinched, as suddenly the door opens, and Pietro stands in front of me. The adrenalin rushes through my vines and I can feel the blood in my head. I must be red like a fresh tomato. This is so awkward, why would I stand here? I need to think about a reason really fast. Pietro eyes chances from confused to relieved for a second and then back to confused.

"Clint..." He could not say more, because I interrupt him stuttering. "Training." The first word my brain could think of. "Me and You." My heartbeat increases. I did not want to train. Not now. Not with him. I already had trained in the morning with Natasha. "Did you not..." Fuck he saw me I thought. "No..." I interrupt him again. "I mean yes." Pietro starts smiling. "Clint what is wrong with you. You are acting up the last few days." This time he talks faster, so I could not interrupt him again. I take a deep breath. Then I look down on my feet and back at him. Now or never I think to myself. This is my chance. There won't be a better chance, anytime soon. I take another deep breath and start talking, slowly and careful with every word. "I – I do not want to train with you right now." Another deep breath, but before Pietro could interrupt me, I continue talking. „I am sorry that was the first thing coming to my mind." While speaking I speed up with the words. I pause for a second and take another breath to focus. I need to be "I mean I love – like." I quickly correct myself. Not to say anything wrong. I do not want to overdo it right from the start. "Training with you and I think we should do that more often in the future. Train together. You know." Pietro nods confused. Understandable. I talk complete bullshit right now. I know that, but the words are just leaving my mouth and I can not stop talking. "But now I would like to talk to you about something. Do you mind if we go in my room? I do not want everyone to hear us." I ask and take another deep breath. "Please." I add and look down again. I do not want to look at him. I do not want to see his face, when he answers.

"Yeah sure. But we could also talk in my room. Nobody will interrupt us there. The others barley talks to me, since Wanda left. They are afraid to say something wrong or so. I don't knows, but to be honest, I do not want to talk to most of them either." I am glad he agreed. "Yeah, I noticed that. I am kind of sorry about that, but it is a difficult situation. But could we please go my room?" I ask again. I did not want to talk to him in his room. I want a possible exit for him, if he feels uncomfortable with the situation. Also, if we are in my room, I have the pressure that I cannot leave him that easily. Leaving him alone in my room would be peculiar. "Okay." He agrees again and still seems confused. I hope he understands soon. Also, stranger that now I cannot be. I think to myself and turn around to go into my room.