"You know..." Steve sighed, "I blamed myself for Strucker's death. It tore me apart seeing what I did to you..."
                              
"I know. If makes you feel any better I blamed you too," Wanda smiled and Steve let out a little chuckle. She scoffed, "No...I um, I blamed myself too. I was so upset that I didn't do more...to save him. Then I was so, so angry that I wanted to kill you. But when I finally did kill an Avenger, it turned out to be everything I didn't want. Then it happened...again."
                              
Wanda caught the lump in her throat, she turned to Steve who was looking away, his eyes filled with pity. 
                              
"This job..." Steve looked to the floor before turning back to her, "We try to save as many people as we can. Sometimes, that doesn't mean everybody. But if we can't find a way to live with that, then next time...maybe nobody gets saved."
                              
Steve and Wanda's heads whipped around as they heard the light whooshing sound of Vision materialising through the walls.
                              
"Vizh! We talked about this!" Wanda's tone showed her annoyance at having to remind him of their previous conversation. 
                              
"Yes, but the door was open so I assumed that..." He pointed towards the door and walked towards it, forward-facing them both, noting Wanda's disgruntled expression, "Captain Rogers wished to know when Mr Stark was arriving."
                              
"Thank you," Steve nodded, "We'll be right down."
                              
"I'll...use the door. Oh, and apparently, he's brought a guest."
                              
"We know who it is?"
                              
"The Secretary of State."
                              
"What of Doctor Strange?" Wanda asked. The last time he came to visit was her birthday, she wasn't the slightest bit shocked that he hadn't shown. But, she knew that an event like this meant he probably should...
                              
"Sorry to say but he's MIA, as always," Vision gave her a weak smile before exiting.
                              
They heard a little crunch, Pietro appeared at the door, eating chocolate affectionately. As Wanda and Steve looked at him, he simply smiled, "I was actually wondering when you'd leave the room, Rogers. I want to talk to Wanda..."
                              
Steve chuckled a little at Pietro's sass, "Alright...be down soon, we have a guest."
                              
Pietro and Steve had gotten to know each other while staying in the same accommodation. Steve knew things about Pietro that he would have never wanted to before, that was the thing about irony, he guessed - it crept up on you when you were least expecting it and Steve Rogers was definitely not expecting to share even the slightest feelings of likeness for his former enemy... 
                              
"I heard," Pietro nodded, he watched Steve leave the room, taking a long-lasting look at the view, before turning to his sister. 
                              
Her eyebrow was raised, she stared at him with a look of incredulity at what she thought she saw, "Is everything alright, Pietro? Anything you want to tell me?"
                              
"Huh?" The sides of Pietro's face flamed up instantly, he strolled over timorously, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
                              
"Yeah, yeah..." Wanda laughed softly, stopping the jokes, she knew what was coming next.
                              
"Are you okay?"