"A punching bag, no. I don't really need one in my line of work." Work that she used to do anyway. Was she an Avenger anymore? Part of the broken team? Who did she even talk to about that? "Unless you count dough? It doesn't stand a chance against me."
The laughter of the boys was deafening in her ears at that moment, memories of baking fresh cookies, cupcakes, and other treats always haunted her.
She needed something else to focus on with their conversation. "Here," she offered, taking a piece of clothing to, at least, try and help Matt with some sorting. "How many times have these friends of yours offered to help sort your laundry?" She wasn't actively sorting, though. No, Wanda was fiddling with a button-down shirt, still in thought elsewhere.
"Social events and outings aren't really on my to-do list these days." She paused and finally placed the shirt into the pile of clothing again. "It's a personal choice. I'm sure that's why I never learned how to play pool properly." Apparently, it was more than just rolling pool balls around the table as Pietro pointed out to her quite often.