[ronan and kylo, what a crew. wanda stops to think momentarily, of her conversations prior with ronan—of how befuddled they were, concerting with the idea of magic and dreams becoming reality; of how he insisted she come to thorne. things have changed, but she wonders if he holds any of those thoughts, still.

her thoughts on the matter dissipate in time to matt very rightly calling out the avengers. it may not be without malice, but she knows how particular he feels about them.

she gives stephen A Look.]

And you wanted to get me back on the lunchbox. [—a small gesture of something, wanda's not quite sure what. friendliness, the ability to offer humor over a shared experience that's otherwise too traumatic to want to envision entirely.] Perhaps the good news is that The Avengers are no more, in the future. As far as I'm concerned.

[she brings the cup of tea to her lips, and before taking a sip, adds in something of a sardonic tone,]

Terrible news back home, on the verge of war here. We've got much to look forward to.

[sorry matt, you won't find good news with her.]