"That is a good point," Wanda replied as she stared at him, watching his body language and how it coincided with thoughts and images that danced through his mind. "Little adventures across space and time, though it does not...exactly have much to do with the mission."
The mission, the Avengers. It was a purpose, a goal to strive toward that was both inspiring and tangible. Here, in a place where everything was handed to you, what did people aspire to? Was existing really living?
"I do not," Wanda said, her brow furrowing as she frowned, "mean to be such a downer. These things weigh heavily on my mind and I have not adjusted to this place. The..." She took a deep breath and cast a fleeting glance back toward the city, "people here seem very happy."