[ A war is a war. There isn't a better or a worse, it's all just bad. Losing everything, being surrounded by violence, or by the constant fear of losing everything. Actually losing everything. She mentioned once how Sokovia no longer existed; he dreads to think how much more she has lost. ]

The sentiment is mutual, Wanda.

[ Maybe that's what draws them together. Maybe that's the underlying feeling that makes him feel like she's just someone he can let close. He could be wrong, but he's always trusted his instincts when it comes to people, he'll trust this one as well.

The question that comes next catches him so off-guard, that he can't help the pained chuckle he lets out, pushing it back down quickly enough. ]

I, ah... sorry, it... it was. For a while, yes. [ He looks at the cookie in his hand, thoughtful. ] It's hard. Finding a place in the world where you belong, after you go through something like that. I'm sure you know.