[it's honestly a little surprising that people don't put two and two together, but she supposes it is hard to imagine a blind man capable of doing all those feats. steve, though, wanda knows he's calculating and smart under his silence and paused glances; not just a musclehead without a thought of his own.

he's probably surmised more than what wanda would willingly give away.]

He let me see through his thoughts. When I... was unwell, he came and found me in the Horizon. [wanda crosses her arms tightly in front of herself; matt had found her in one of the more sane moments of her madness, whereas steve found her adrift, exhausted, too emotional to see properly. she feels bad for that, still, but she can't change it.] He wanted to make sure I was alright, and we talked, and— he told me what his crazy was.

[the vigilante business in hell's kitchen, some of the fights he had gotten into, the young boy he had saved, wilson fisk.

wanda huffs out some air, something between a sigh and a laugh.]

Don't compare him to the Avengers, though. He stands by his own morals.

[quietly, she uncrosses her arms, wringing her fingers together, sliding her thumb ring back and forth for a moment, as if figuring out if she wants to say this at all. but, if nothing else, steve deserves her honesty, especially with how much he's done for her.]

...he's a good man, and — he's important to me.

[she doesn't need to specify how, does she?]