[she figures that the can is bound to run empty at some point, and then it'll be harder to excuse the lengthy, awkward pauses. she's not any better—all she's got on her are some books from the library that she, tentatively, places somewhere beside her on the table. she had no intention to eat the cardboard-tasting food from the canteen, anyway.

wanda scrunches her nose and shrugs her shoulders a bit.]

I can't say I ever was the 'actively cruising' kind, so perhaps it is not an age thing.

[look, she's trying to... sympathize, in some way. despite how rough her words may sound and how awkward her stilted pronunciation of words may be, wanda is much better than what tony might be imagining.]

You knew all my friends, anyway. [back in the avengers compound. it's not like she had a social life outside of it.] Something about the end of the world and having to work together forces these kinds of interactions.

[pointedly...... this one, too.

admittedly, wanda is trying. she sighs and turns her head to the side, leaning back against the chair, back straight, and looking off towards the windows and out into the cold, gray weather awaiting her should she leave the ADI. her hands on her lap, she can't possibly push herself far away enough from tony if she tried, in the position that she is, but remains otherwise unperturbed by his presence. she's older now, some would say wiser and more emotionally mature. her jaw is tight as she swallows, as if wanting to breach a particular subject—

she turns to look at him again.]

We both know that Vision is dead.

[is this supposed to break the ice? according to wanda: yes.]