Was, she thought, but she didn't correct him aloud. She hadn't thought of herself as an Avenger in a long time and Wanda wasn't sure if she ever would again. That didn't matter just now, what did was that she understood what he was getting at. The constant battle she fought with herself. "I know," she said, a broken record. She knew, but knowledge and feeling were rarely compatible concepts.
"It doesn't mean I always feel like one," she admitted with a rueful smile. Wanda suspected that this was a sentiment Tony might understand more than most. Still, it wasn't worth brooding over; the past had to stay in the past, and she'd vowed to herself during her exorcism that she wanted to change. "But I'm going to keep working on that. I promise." Perhaps it was another lie she was telling herself but, for the moment, she believed it and that was enough.
Wanda raised herself and turned slowly, with an effort, to give him better access to her hair in the hope that he could salvage the mess she was making of it. "Tell me all about what you've been working on since we got up here," she suggested, offering him an easy out from any further discussion of the heavy topics that neither of them likely wanted to continue. "I'm sure it's fascinating." And distracting. Wanda was happy to sit beside Tony and just listen to him talk about anything and nothing, for as long as he wanted to. They could pretend for these moments that life was relatively normal, that for once they understood each other, that maybe somehow everything would be okay.