Wanda felt as if she owed a lot to Steve, to all of the Avengers, though what she knew of the future was significantly less than that of what Bucky knew. She was watching the Avengers fall apart and yet she continued to believe in them. They had been her support after losing the last of her family. She'd always owe Steve for that. In his own way he'd saved her life by allowing her to switch sides.

She wouldn't force him or even ask him to live with her, Clint and Sam. Natasha hadn't wanted to live there either but the house would be open to him if he needed it. She watched him curiously though her gaze was easy, reading what she could pick up from him but not pressing sternly for answers. She assumed that he'd share what he wanted either way.

"Clint was getting me to come help you." Not just Bucky but Steve and those he'd gathered to help him. She didn't know what the exact plan was but she'd known the end goal. Wanda hoped that they were successful in the attempt though no one had offered to tell her the details of the fight.

"Hungry?" There was some soup that she'd made a half hour ago still warming in the kitchen.