Wanda did follow. Coffee in hand untouched. It was just nice to hold the warm beverage. An act of comfort and of normality. It was only when she had set down that she finally took a sip.
"It was very kind of you," she said. There wasn't much else one could say to that. So instead she reached out and squeezed his arm. Her fingers recoiled quickly, remembering the reaction of so many others to her. "What became of him?" Loss was easier to carry when at least something good at been born from it. Losing Pietro had saved Clint. It did not make up for it, it never would. Her heart ached for her brother every day. But it was a small light, knowing that he had died for something.