At the Bartons' farm, Clint did the dishes a bit too slowly not coincidently while Wanda read a thin colorful book by the kitchen table.
He would turn to look at her every two minutes, and only spoke after what had seemed to be a lifetime.
"So..." - he started, turning around, grabbing a tissue to dry his hands - "…You and the Vision, hun...?" – and Wanda only looked at him after the synthezoid was mentioned. She kept silent, not sure of what Clint had just suggested.
"Uh...you two...uh..." - Clint stuttered, shifting his weight from a foot to the other-"...are you ...like, friends?"- and Wanda nodded.
"Just... just friends?"
A moment of silence, while Wanda seemed to ponder... and she shook her head negatively.
"Are you guys..." - Clint started, but Wanda cut him.
"Dating…?" - her voice, as her expression, were impossible for Clint to read. It was if she had read his mind.
Silence.
"Alright" - Clint spoke at least - "Do you know that uh… you know, when people like each other, when they..uh...when they have feeling, sometimes they want to...well, they... uh... I mean, do you have any question… any question about… d-do you have any question?".
Wanda blinked confused.
"About... you know..." - Clint tried.
"Sex…?" - Wanda raised an eyebrow. Was he really trying to have the talk?
Clint almost choked with air and saliva.
Wanda hid a laugh.
When Clint opened his mouth to try to speak again, the Vision entered the kitchen. There was a brief moment of intense tension in the air as the synthezoid only stood there.
Mortal silence.
"Am I disturbing your conversation?"- the Vision spoke, apologetic.
Wanda shook her head - "No. Clint wanted to know if we know how to... enjoy ourselves” – she gave Clint a look.
“What I'm trying to say is that when two people like each other in that way, sometimes they…” – He tried, pointing at the two in front of her, but Wanda’s voice was louder, more firm.
“Tell him, V"
The Vision nodded -"Terrific" - a grin - "Well... Wanda loves games. I was a bit incredulous at first, but she is so convincing and so eager to try new things that I could not bring myself not to try them"- Clint was... well, incredulous.
"Tell him where we play, V" - Wanda encouraged, standing to place herself beside the Vision, holding his arm to her chest.
"We usually play in the bed" - the Vision grinned friendly - "But we also enjoy playing games on the rug or at the table" - that was when Clint could finally speak.
"Great, I know more than I should now" – and he left, mumbling something about not looking at them in the eyes, and Laura being the one to have the talk with the kids.
In the kitchen, the Vision expressed his confusion - "I’m afraid I don’t quite understand”
"Never mind" - Wanda rubbed the Vision's back - "I'll tell you when you’re older"
"Well, for the meantime, how about chess?"
"Of course” – Wanda tapped the Vision’s shoulder – “You have the right of a rematch”