[up she goes, on her two feet, finding stability and comfort in the fact that he doesn't allow her to go at it alone, even when nero knows very well that she can handle herself. ever since she came to solvunn, to live with himeka, she's felt less alone.

she still dreams of a life where she can be with her children, with her family, but having something akin to a family in the real world, away from her dreams, it helps anchor her.

the same way nero's words are anchoring her now.

wanda would laugh if she didn't feel so overwhelmed by what the psychic connection with goro brought forth. it felt similar to when she read into ultron's thoughts, and ended with a cataclysmic desire for the destruction of the world. this time had felt so personal, too. when that had happened, pietro had been there to hold her; now that it's happened again, nero is here.]

I had a twin brother. [she starts, quietly, her hands holding onto nero's arms momentarily. she glances at him.] His name was Pietro. [there's a pause, a painful note to the way she says his name.] He was killed fixing a mistake we made, and, ever since, I've blamed myself— [and has been lost, losing herself to the despair of grief and pain so unbearable, had it not been for vision, she would never have gotten back up on her feet.] You remind me of him, and it— [her voice cracks] it hurts, but I'm glad you're here.

[pietro was much taller than her, but it never stopped her from worrying over him. wanda reaches up to nero's hair, brushes it back lightly with her hands, because she will always be peitro's little sister, even if he is no longer here. before she was vision's lover, before she was her kids' mother, she was—and will always be—a sister that frets.

she pulls her hands away, stepping back.]

I'll fix your bed. I just need a moment.