Bucky Barnes: A Smile

Chapter 4

(at the Black Panther base... Its what I call it)

"Honey, come on. Laura, please. I was helping Steve. His friend was in danger!," Clint protested as she argued with his wife on the phone. "A hundred and twenty seven countries agreed to make us sign the accords that are gonna control our will, Honey. Don't you think that's too much? Laura, honey please, I'm innocent! Well not entirely. Laura- hello? Dammit."

Clint jammed his phone into his pocket and sat back down on the couch.

"You alright, man?," Scott appeared leaning at the door way with his arms folded across his chest.

Clint looked away making a tsk sound. He shook his head. "Yeah I'm fine, man."

He massaged the bridge of his nose and Scott sat down beside him. He put his hand on Clint's shoulder. "Nah, Its alright. I know how family works," Scott said. "Last time, this old man almost caught me kissing his daughter."

"That, I do not want to hear," Clint replied.

But Scott continued. "You know, my daughter once told me I was the greatest dad in the world. Of course they're children. They would say that."

Clint gave him a look. "Really? I thought you didn't have kids."

"Oh no. I have only one. My daughter, Cassie."

"Does your daughter know?," Clint asked. "I mean about this?"

Scott shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe. I'm just hoping, Hope won't tell."

"Hope."

"Hank's daughter."

Clint was getting confused by the names and frowned. "You know. Old man with glasses. White hair. White beard, slight sense of humor."

Just then, Scott mumbled something. "That son of a bitch almost made me kill myself. I hope Falcon let's it go."

He chuckled at Scott's words. Moments later, Wanda opened the glass door and saw Clint and Scott. "Good. You guys are finally talking," she said with her sokovian accent. She made her way to the couch and sat down across from them. "So, what are you two talking about?"

"About our disappointing our kids," Scott answered. Wanda looked away awkwardly.

"Okay..."

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask you this question..."

"Go ahead," Wanda said finally gaining her composure.

"How do you do the..," Scott wriggled his fingers trying to imitate Wanda's moves.

She laughed and showed him. "Is this what you wanted to see?'

Scott stared wide eyed at her fingers making it glow red. "That is so awesome."

Wanda stopped and dropped her hand. Her eyes were sad. "To the people its not. They think this thing I have can destroy everything that exists," Wanda looked at Scott. "And they're not wrong."

"Its not your fault," Clint said. "Everyone makes mistakes."

Wanda sighed.

"So where's Captain America and his buddy?," Scott asked.

"Took off for a ride," Wanda replied. "Why don't we have lunch before they get back?"

"Yeah, that sounds good," Clint said.