It had been a month since Wanda had come back from the clinic. She has been spending time with Laura, Lila, and Cooper, trying to keep herself busy any way she could. Nat's plan was to leave a week after she came back but decided to stay when she noticed Clint's shift in persona. He had been watching her carefully as if at any moment she would cave. The assassin knew that something was off about Wanda. She was sure Laura knew too. The witch would constantly push herself into things, never giving herself a chance to recharge, as if she's trying to get to her braking point. Even though she would smile with them, she could tell that she was exhausted. They all worried about her but never really confronted her about it. But Nat had caught her one day, when she turned around to find Wanda standing at the side of the house with a tired look in her eyes. This whole facade was weighing down on her and everyone knew it.
A few weeks ago, the witch had started going on runs early in the morning. She would wake up early, mostly around 5:30, to go on them and when Laura got too worried she had told her that it was fun. Along with that, she had been skipping breakfast and lunch stating that she was 'fasting.' Everyone knew it was a lie and still did nothing. This went on until Clint caught her one morning skipping the meal she claims to be eating.
"You're up early," Clint stated as he sat on the porch swing.
"Yeah, i wanted take my run a little earlier today." She walked past him getting ready to jog.
"How long are you fasting?"
She turned to him with a grin. "Only a few weeks."
"You said that a few weeks ago." This made her hesitate. "I don't think you're fasting anymore. You can't be if you're going on these runs every morning, you're body wouldn't be able to handle it."
"My body can handle it just fine."
"Wanda-"
"Clint, i'm fine, seriously." The witch continued to walk away but soon felt his presence coming closer to her and before she knew it he pulled her arm revealing her bare wrist. "Hey!"
His eyes stared deep into hers. "Does this look fine to you?" In response she pulled her arm back pulling down her sleeve. "Wanda, this isn't healthy. Starving yourself like this isn't healthy. You shouldn't be making these excuses-"
"They're not excuses and do not tell me what and what is not healthy for my body. It is my body meaning that i get to decide what i want to do with it-"
"Not if it's killing you-"
"But it's not-"
"It is."
This made her laugh. "Nothing i do is ever good enough for you, is it?" Wanda backed up, looking him dead in his eyes. "Okay, so i went to the clinic, just like you wanted me to, and i do my therapy sessions, just like you wanted, and then i come back after months healed and better but you still are expecting more from me? I just don't understand why you can't just be happy that i'm trying."
"I am glad that you're trying but you didn't heal you just found an alternative. Taking these runs and starving yourself is just an alternative. You're not better-"
"Don't you think i don't know that?!" Clint saw the tears that formed in her eyes and watched as she blinked them away. "I'm the one who's going through it. I'm the one who has to get out of bed feeling like i went through all of this for nothing, as if this was all for nothing because i feel stuck in the same stage, stuck in the same damn routine and there is no way out of it so i thought what if i starve myself instead what if i put on this facade to make it look like i'm okay instead of crying myself out of bed every morning or having a panic attack every second of every day, because being locked in that room drives me crazy!"
