Tony is reminded of Wanda. Young, incredibly powerful, still learning her skills. Worrying some days still that she might be dangerous. But still wanting, needing to do what she could to help.

He turned his head away for a second, knowing his expression must have turned to something between familiarity and shame. He'd called Wanda a weapon once, in a fut of frustration.

Now all he could see was kids, with too much responsibility.

"She's smart. Good moral compass. You two found each other, that's a blessing. This place isn't all bad, all the time."