Wanda felt her heart constrict at Hawke's words. "My brother was my twin." She had stopped washing dishes and was looking at the water she used to was away the soap. "He was 12 minutes older than me. Never let me forget it." He had died saving Clint and a young boy. She wanted to tell Hawke but the words turned to ash in her mouth.

She coughed softly before running her hands over her jeans.

"I'm done here. Did you want to show me that dance?" She didn't know how much more she could talk about. The fact that a version of Peitro had showed up here had thrown her off.