[truly, perhaps the conversation this could break out into would be far too heavy for just a moment in time in nocwich, over tea and delicious food. wanda understands, though, so intrinsically, what it's like— to be in search of something through less than honorable means, a desperation clinging to one's bones.

it's either do or die.

it had been that way, for the twins to fall into HYDRA's clutches.]

We can't look at the past with too much regret. Decisions we've made, they come with a price—and not all of them were easy to make. [the price, at times, too costly to pay. but she nods at his words, grateful to find confidence in him.] Well...

Perhaps we could start this trust exercise—

[funny, because they've very much already started it, weeks, (months?), ago.]

—by being honest about the real origin of baked goods. [wanda grins.] For next time, maybe?