Wanda nodded her head slowly, her eyes looking down at the steaming water in her cup. "I understand." Her accent thickened momentarily as she continued. "Nothing was extravagant when I was a kid either." Her mother had taught her how to make that soup but it's been so long since then, Wanda hardly associates it with the imagine of the woman that she knew.

Earth was as good a word as any though it didn't sit well with Wanda either. Her attention refocused on Bucky, watching as he swallowed spoonfuls of soup.

"So what now?" She asked him curiously, unsure what he was planning to do. There wasn't that much to the village and the forest constantly changed. Wanda had done some recon with Clint and others but the outcome had been the same. A memory prickled at the back of her neck. "If you go into the woods, take someone with you." Her voice was softer now. "We've had trouble. Trees changing and bugs that cause fever and hysteria."

She wanted him to be safe.