[she hopes those words he says are true. it's one thing to assume that they did, but it's another to have that closure, that i know. similarly to when she lost vision, painful as it was, hearing his last words being that he loved her brings her solace now—after thanos, after westview.

wanda knows of the impossibility of getting such a thing in this world, even if she clings to the idea that one day—perhaps—steve might return, or even pietro could, if dead men like tony stark can be brought back. she dreams and wishes for the impossibility of her perfect life, thanks to the summoning, bringing the real vision, and even her sons, no binding to the hex involved.

she brings the glass close to her lips and takes a sip from it, then lets the cup rest on the table.]

Do you ever wonder about the past of those Summoned? I may have shown you kindness, but perhaps I am not someone you should entirely consider as just that.

[steve knew about her past and her mistakes, and he never judged her. but it was steve rogers, perhaps the kindest man on earth.]