"That's true, you'll never go gray," she laughed. She actually didn't doubt that Tony, or somebody, could slow down the aging process. And then she had magic, which could work all sorts of wonders. They could probably live forever. There were books, maybe someday she'd look into it. For now she was content to just joke while she was still shy of thirty and far away from death. Pietro hadn't been that far from it, not lately. This had been a terrible year for them.
Wanda fell silent for so long that he'd probably thought she'd fallen asleep but really she was musing over her brother's brushes with death. Eventually she leaned close to press a kiss to his cheek, somber now. "I'm glad you're here," she murmured. "I love you, you know," she said it like she thought maybe he doubted it or something. There wasn't anything wrong with telling him so, she probably didn't tell him, or anyone else, enough. Especially in their line of work, any day or hour or a minute might be their last.