Wanda knew what it felt like not to be trusted or accepted by those around you. Even the people who claimed you as a friend would look at you as if you might one day turn and destroy the world. There were a few people in Wanda's life who didn't do that. Vision was one but Wanda didn't think that Vision knew better. He was like a child in some ways and one of those ways was with human interaction. Another was Clint who had adopted her after her brothers death and even went so far as to invite her to his home from time to time. It was a little strange but when she was there she felt like she was apart of a family. It was awkward but it was still a feeling that she enjoyed. The last person had been Steve but ever since her house arrest she hasn't been so sure anymore.

Bucky could understand and while they hadn't talked a lot, Wanda knew that he could understand. For the world to see you as a weapon, as what you are, and not who you are. No one can live like that and really survive.

"I'm not Steve." Wanda spoke coolly, not at all bothered by his surprise. "You don't have to show it." She knew that if she called and he could make it, he would. Wanda didn't trust people easily and how Bucky earned that trust was a little complicated in it's origin but it was there all the same.