Wanda broke into a self conscious smile when he called her "mom." It was strange, but she liked it.
"I'm sure," she answered wryly and reached out to brush her fingers across his forehead then pulled them away quickly, unsure if she was really supposed to. If he actually wanted her to. There weren't exactly best friends, even if she wanted to pretend it. "I'm guessing you've got the same issue with pain medication that Pietro has. Did you tell them about your metabolism?" she asked, trying to find some way to be useful to him.