Wanda was exhausted. A week in China followed by the last few days going from city to city in India searching for Billy and Tony only to receive a call this morning from a very smug Mr. Fury saying they'd been rescued. Then a teleport back to New York that left her drained, followed by a few hours in the hospital sitting first by Billy's bedside and then by Tony's. Exhausted. She'd returned to the Avengers Tower and spent the past hour soaking in a tub, cleansing the earth and air of India that seemed to have dug its way down into her pores, and now she was finally venturing from her room for dinner. It felt like ages since she'd been properly hungry so she made her way down to the kitchen, wearing the elaborate red velvetdressing gown Pietro gave her for her birthday and hoping that once her hunger was sated she could just sequester herself in her bedroom and sleep for a few days.