[almost as soon as she says it, as sam reacts, wanda feels compelled to apologize. of course sam would say that kind of stuff to his nephews, except he hasn’t—and might not—get the chance to create those memories with them. it’s a similar kind of pain, to not getting to see her own boys grow up.]

—yeah. [she says, faintly, looking to the side.] Someone had to be.

[wanda is more than certain that sam and the other avengers got a pretty detailed briefing of what things were like in sokovia, but it’s a matter of figuring if they wanted to read about it.]

Pietro took care of some things, and I took care of him.

[they had to grow up rather quickly.

and, suddenly, she’s bursting back to their previous topic of conversation.]

I didn’t mean it like that. About your nephews. [she quiets down a bit, then frowns, looking down at the table.] We all lost so much time with everything that didn’t stop happening, and you had a home to return to.

[it’s all a different kind of pain, and she doesn’t want to feel like she said something she shouldn’t have, or to think that she could have apologized but didn’t.]