Wanda and I think Clint and Tony are gonna get up in your thread <3
For Wanda there weren't bigger problems, there really hadn't been bigger problems over the weeks since her brother had disappeared, everything else was just a horrible distraction. She had an inkling but she hadn't said it out loud because saying it out loud might make it true. When Tony said he hadn't known where her brother was, Wanda's fears veered dangerously close to truth and she'd shut down and tried not to think about it. She didn't believe though, no excuse, because if he wasn't with her and he wasn't with them then he was dead or worse. So much worse.
There was no hope of finding him here, she knew that, but for some reason she kept looking. Wandering from room to room in the museum she hoped in vain that maybe, just maybe, he'd appear and show her he was fine and tell her everything was going to be all right. In the modern art room she saw Wicked and she stopped and it occurred to her that she wasn't the only one to miss him, after all. She'd been too caught up in her own misery to consider how his disappearance affected anyone else- after all, it had been just the two of them for so long.
"Hey," she murmured, coming to sit beside Wicked. "How are you holding up?"