"Family?" Wanda was almost surprised, "Well, that's good of him. I'm amazed he let you in after I killed his best friend."
                              
"About that," Pietro took her hand, "You didn't kill her. I was there, it was an accident. You can't blame yourself."
                              
"But the only thing is...I can," Wanda sighed, she thought about the day a moment. The images flashed through her mind, the Avengers charging towards her, the streams of red that emitted from her hands as she dodged the weapons firing at her...
                              
"I want to come with you," Wanda told him, "Tomorrow when you go and get your things from Clint's place. I want to go and apologise."
                              
"Wanda...I don't think that's the best idea," Pietro warned, he knew that Hawkeye wasn't exactly best friends with him yet and he didn't think he would be considering getting buddy-buddy with Wanda.
                              
"I didn't ask," Wanda said, "I'm coming."

                              
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"THANK YOU FOR letting me in," Wanda Maximoff spared Clint Barton a meek smile as she entered his humble farmhouse.
                              
"No problem," Clint let out a little chuckle, "I let in fugitives of the law all the time. Just a regular Tuesday for me."
                              
"She's not a fugitive," Pietro corrected, being careful not to be too harsh, "Not anymore."
                              
"Oh, I know," Clint led them to the sitting area, where he gestured for them to sit down, "Any drinks? I've got some Capri-Sun. Fruit Shoot?"
                              
"We're twenty," Pietro reminded him, getting comfortable in his favourite spot on the couch, kicking his legs up onto the back pillows, "Not children."
                              
"Understood," Clint nodded, chuckling at Pietro, "I'm joking."
                              
Pietro brought out the phone he had in his back pocket, Wanda looked him up and down as he did. 
                              
They never had phones or anything growing up so it was a surprise when he started to type on its screen meticulously. 
                              
Clint tutted, "Ever since Stark gave him that thing he's been on it non-stop."
                              
There was a knock at the door leading to the inner house, their heads all turned to see Laura Barton, "Um, hey. Piet, I have all your stuff ready for you on the upper floor. I can't carry it all down here by myself."
                              
"Oh, thank you, Mrs Barton," Pietro sat up straight, in a blink of an eye he was standing next to Laura, "You two get to know each other." 
                              
He gave Wanda and Clint a cheeky wink before zooming off, past Laura, she rolled her eyes, "He's worse than the kids."
                              
When Laura Barton chased after Pietro, Wanda and Clint were left in the room alone. The awkwardness that went silently exchanged between them was almost deafening, she felt the anger he had for her, she felt it.
                              
"I wanted to thank you," Wanda's voice cut into the silence, "For...taking in Pietro, he can be stubborn. I wouldn't have expected you to want to."
                              
"Don't I know it, the quick little bastard has got on my nerves many times," Clint tried to joke before seeing the straight face Wanda had, letting out an awkward cough, "Sorry, he's great. He's really good with the kids."
                              
Pietro had become close with the Barton family during his stay, part of Wanda was conflicted about what she felt but she knew that Pietro was charismatic...to some extent. 
                              
Pietro had spent most of his time running laps around the field to 'race' Nathaniel, attempting to help Lila with her homework and conducting manly talks with Cooper, against Clint's will.
                              
"You're still angry," Wanda didn't need to ask, she knew exactly what his thoughts were.
                              
"I..." Clint had to brace himself from tears, "I am."
                              
"Do you want me dead?" Wanda asked. She was slightly scared he did, the tremble in her voice making it obvious.
                              
"I did," Clint said, honestly, repeating himself, "I did.  I was very angry, I didn't want her death to be...I wanted you to pay but I understand now that it wasn't your fault."
                              
"You do?" She cocked her head, "I'm surprised."
                              
"I realised that we sort of pushed you to throw her..." Clint took a breath, he covered his face but Wanda could still see he was crying. She picked up the box of tissues she spotted on the table, placing them gently on the pillow beside him and he waited for the glowing red band to disappear before picking some up. "Thanks..."
                              
"I'm sorry," She knew it wouldn't mean anything to him, "I know it's late but I am. I blamed myself...I still do."
                              
"You shouldn't, it wasn't your fault," Clint got up, Wanda watched hesitantly as he sat right beside her, "You're part of the team now, Maximoff. You didn't deserve what happened to you."
                              
"Neither did she," Wanda looked down to the creases in the airy fabric of the flowing dress she was wearing, trying to get lost in them, "I take responsibility and I blame myself. I'm trying to become different, I hope I'm getting there."
                              
"You will, someday," Clint smiled and chuckled as he watched Wanda force a small curve at the end of her lips, it only took a bump on the shoulder to make her laugh along.
                              
"So you two became best friends while I was gone?" Pietro's smug smirk was on his face as he leant against the doorway, arms crossed, luggage strewn out in front of him. 
                              
"I understand what you mean by bastard now," Wanda shared a laugh with Clint and they watched Pietro's face present a half-offended glare. The two rose from the couch as Pietro grabbed the rest of his things from Mrs Barton and roll it to the door. Wanda turned to the man, "See you at work?"
                              
"No, actually," Pietro turned to Hawkeye as he heard him speak, unaware of what he was talking about. "I have decided I won't be returning to the Avengers. I am...retiring."
                              
"I knew you were old but I didn't know you were that old," Pietro abandoned the task of moving his things, he walked up to the sitting area, stepping over a toy train to face the marksman, "Is this a final decision? This isn't for any particular reasons, is it?" His eyes shifted over to Wanda.
                              
Clint shook his head adamantly, "No, of course not. I have a family to take care of and I'd like to see my children grow up before I die."
                              
"Oh," Pietro didn't hide his disappointment, "Thank you for everything, old man." The blonde-haired young man took him in his arms, causing his to groan as he caught him off guard with a tight squeeze. 
                              
 "No problem, kid."