Kate had had better things to do than take care of a pony anyway. She had never been much like the other society girls she knew growing up. Given her chosen career path of superhero, she still isn't much like her peers.

Any warning bells that this is not the Peter Parker from her part of the multiverse come way too late. It's like the version of Wanda that she met earlier on. Yeah, this is doubly embarrassing now. She places her hand to her forehead for a brief second as she takes a deep breath.

"I wouldn't exactly call Clint old to his face," Kate says, smirking a little. "It might hurt his feelings. And he kind of has a crush on you." Immediately realizing that he might not take the joke all that well, Kate holds up her hands and shakes her head. "It's a joke. A really bad, inappropriate joke. Sorry."