The quinjet had landed a few minutes ago, but Wanda was still busying herself inside. She didn’t have to take any bags with her, nor did the jet need anyone to take care of it, because it would just autopilot back to wherever Pepper wanted it to be, but she felt bad about being here.Â
Clint had been kind enough to offer her to stay with him and his family for a couple of days, until SHIELD had found places for them all to stay, given the compound had been destroyed. But given it had been five years since he last saw his family, Wanda felt like she was disturbing their family time with her presence and that made her feel uncomfortable. She had never met Laura or the kids, because Clint and her had just lived their own lives after Sokovia, only checking in on each other every now and then. Two years on the run had made a visit impossible, so this was her first formal introduction to them and she was nervous about their reaction. Clint’s youngest son had been named after Pietro, so she wondered how much Laura knew about the Maximoffs. Maybe she wasn’t the safest person to be around kids.Â
Brushing some dust from one of the consoles, she finally activated the autopilot and walked outside, hands in the pockets of her coat. She possessed entirely nothing at this point. Only the clothes she had worn the day she died and those she had been given for Tony’s funeral. That was all. It fit into one small bag that hung around her shoulder and reminded her of her time on the streets. Another new beginning, once again picking up the pieces to rebuild her life. She was so weary of that. To be honest, she was weary of everything and even more so, when she saw Clint with his children. This was a life she had almost forgotten over the years; what it meant to have a family of your own, to be at home somewhere. She wasn’t just lacking material items, but much more than that. If only she could have stayed dead.
Walking up to Clint and his family, she said hi to the kids and politely introduced herself to Laura, thanking her for allowing Wanda to stay.
Laura was, for all intents and purposes, the perfect woman. She was an amazing friend, a wonderful mother, and had been a good wife back before his work took a toll on their marriage. Still, he wouldn’t trade his time with her for anything in the world – especially now that he knew what it felt like to lose his family. She was also gracious, agreeing to let Wanda come and stay with them, even though she and the kids were barely acclimated to being back among the living.
“Hey you,” Clint smile as Wanda approached, giving her a moment to introduce herself to the kids and Laura before he reached out to take the bag from her. “Come on. I’ll show you where you can put your stuff. It’s not much…but it’s private. There’s a room above the garage that we converted back…” Before Thanos. Before they’d lost everything.
It was hours later when he came to find her again, sitting down beside her on the front porch. In his hands, Clint held two glasses of lemonade and passed one over with a smile that didn’t make it to his eyes. “You get settled? Laura told me to tell you that dinner’s at six She’s making meatloaf.”  His nose scrunched up, shoulder shrugging. “It’s not as bad as it sounds, promise.”
“How are you doing, Wanda? Really?” It was hard, an adjustment, having everyone back. Clint wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, but it was different. He was drowning in his own guilt so much that it was hard just to enjoy his children being home. Lila wanted him to resume their training, but he’d barely touched a bow since returning home. The things he did while they were gone, not being able to save Nat, not being able to save his own family…it was swallowing him whole. “You know you can tell me the truth, right? I’m not expecting you to be rainbows and sunshine here.”
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