He nods, understanding the clear confusion even as much as he doesn’t. He doesn’t need to be in her exact shoes to know how it feels to wonder and not really know what you’re meant to know. But no one should have to suffer from such an affliction. He should have been here. He should have stopped it.

“Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch. You were...taken in by a Hydra operative. Strucker. I don’t know the full details of that part, but I know you and your brother were aligned with his motives at some point or another. While continuing with the initiative to wipe out Hydra’s existence entirely, the Avengers came into conflict with Strucker, and he had the two of you attack them.”

A pause as he takes another slow breath. “Then it. Gets a bit messy. Long story short, Sokovia was...nearly destroyed by something entirely unrelated, and you and your brother fought to save your homeland alongside the rest of the Avengers. As much as all of your could, anyway. Thousands died regardless, your brother included.”