He realized he was rambling and he smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry for taking too much. It's an old habit. Conversations are supposed to be both ways. You and Pietro are kindhearted people with the grace and dignity only one with a traveler's soul can possess. I wish that there were more people in this world as noble as the two of you." He'd figured Wanda and Pietro were Romani, they had a certain air about them that suggested they were well traveled souls who were looking for the path fate had mapped out for them - true sojourners walking a road as old as time itself but at the same time just for them.
"What's the Romani word for friend?" He'd wondered this for some time - the Maximoff siblings were seen by Adrian as good friends and as trustworthy as any he'd ever known. They were brave beyond measure, kind to those around them and in his opinion they brought honest sincerity to the team even Steve couldn't match.
Against all odds they had defied the path that had been set for them by their father and truly forged their own destinies. True to themselves and true Avengers who the soldier both respected and admired. Adrian didn't see mutants or vigilantes when he looked at them - he saw people who he trusted with his life when things got bad. And they like all his friends were always welcome in his home. Like all the Avengers he saw them as his family.