What a terrible truth. When, aside from her brother, had Wanda ever had a friend? Someone to turn to, rely on, confide in? Never. Not before the Avengers, anyway.
"No, you haven't," Wanda mumbled in a surrender to that unfortunate fact. Face against his chest, she squeezed her eyes tightly shut against an oncoming wave of tears as she was swamped by a paralyzing feeling of loneliness. It hurt to realize she'd spent most of her life alone.
Wanda kept her cheek pressed to Tony's shoulder, breathing in his scent, until she mastered herself enough to speak again without crying. "And I'm such a terrible friend to you. I don't know how you put up with me. I'll be better, I promise. Nothing else intentionally stupid if I can help it." Wanda tilted her head back then to stare up at him with a slightly ashamed and wry little smile that belied her over bright, not quite tear filled, eyes.