"Other too." She confirmed, not wanting to keep the focus on her. She continued to pamper the soup but there wasn't any more to be done. The broth needed to boil and the vegetables needed to cook through. It was the worst part of cooking: waiting. She might have gone to do something else in the mean time but Clint was here and she knew this wasn't a conversation that she could easily escape from now that they've started talking.

She turned, pressing her palms against the edge of the surface and then lifting herself up and onto the counter. A frown remained tightly pulled across her lips.

"Empty." Weak, lost, hurt, angry: there were too many answers to his question and none of the sat well with her. She looked down at her hand and willed her powers to her palm. Nothing happened. She tried again, narrowing her gaze at the skin.

Nothing happened.

Wanda wanted to give Clint an explanation but she had none. What more could she say? She was weak, useless.