[He's the past. She had to bury him, put him away, and live her life without him. Another kiss and the seriousness in his voice is almost enough to break the dam and get the water flowing, but she simply squeezes him tighter and takes a shaky breath.
Sorry that I was gone long enough for you to miss me. It's a knife between her ribs.]
It's not your fault.
[He saved people. Saved Clint. Pulling back, Wanda presses her hand to his chest.]
You're not hurt anywhere?
[Like she didn't just try to constrict him like a boa, but her brain is fumbling and stumbling over itself right now.]
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Sorry that I was gone long enough for you to miss me. It's a knife between her ribs.]
It's not your fault.
[He saved people. Saved Clint. Pulling back, Wanda presses her hand to his chest.]
You're not hurt anywhere?
[Like she didn't just try to constrict him like a boa, but her brain is fumbling and stumbling over itself right now.]