[the crow caws one more time and, at natasha pausing, swoops up onto the uppermost shelf to look down at them, tilting its head curiously. wanda takes notice, turning back and— slowly coming to the realization of what framed photo it is. just like many things in her horizon that exist without her permission—the statues of the darkhold castle, the echoes of her loved ones in the graveyard she's put together—so is this small thing she's never quite noticed before until now.

walking back, standing beside natasha, she looks at the picture.]

I came back and Vision was gone. [this feels like something rehearsed, something she has said many times before.] I found his body being dismantled, and I was given something he had for me. A property lease, to grow old in.

[her lips are a thin line as she crosses her arms, holds them close to herself.]

I went to see the place — and... it struck me how I hadn't just lost him. I lost a future, a life.

[she would be safe, she would be loved. wanda sighs, looking over at natasha. there is more to this, but it's clearly something that weighs heavy on her, as can be heard in how tight her voice sounds. wanda motions to the other end of the hallway.]

—the kitchen's this way.