Wanda paused and turned to look at Peggy. She regarded the other woman carefully, her dark green eyes trying to read something in Peggy's features. She'd always been good at reading people, ever since she was little and Wanda always assumed that it was because of that skill that her powers had developed different than her brother. They had been a magnification of herself but that didn't have to mean they were completely gone.

She knew she could trust Peggy.

"I'd like that." Clint wasn't exactly the best at talking. Steve hadn't been either. It was difficult for Wanda to get someone to understand her position. "But I'm not very good at it." She admitted with a soft shake of her head.