They were going to survive, all of them, even some of the people who they’d thought were gone forever. Some of the victims could survive, be cured, it was more than Wanda had hoped for a long time. Mostly, she’d forgotten how. It was still sort of incomprehensible, even with Fury’s promise over the crackling airwaves. A cure. This nightmare would be over and there were so many things she wanted to do and everyone she wanted to see and one person in particular she had to talk to. Absolutely had to because if she’d thought she needed to fix things with Tony when the world was going to end, now that it was going to carry on she needed it even more. Tony would be first person she saw, whether he liked it or not .He could yell at her again, ignore her, try to bite her face off, she didn’t really care. Tony could hate her forever and Wanda was fine with that because at least he’d be alive to hate her. At least there was a future to look forward to at all.
She found Tony alone and strode right up to him, a stubborn look on her face as she looked him right in the eyes, blue and blue and boring into each other’s. She didn’t try to analyze what she saw in his. “I made mistakes,” she told him, before he could recoil or send her away. “And I took things out on you that weren’t your fault. You didn’t deserve that and I’m sorry.” Abruptly she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into an embrace and then stepped away, arms crossed as she gave him a guarded look and waited for the silence or the rage or the dismissal. Whatever. This had been far too long in coming.