"The Accords were the variable," Wanda supposes. Quickly, she waves a hand to stave off any argument. They will never agree about that; she wasn't even given the time to form an opinion before her actions were decided for her. What came after almost doesn't matter.

"Then the Raft." Wanda leans back in her chair, the crown of her head touching the wall. "Or maybe it all started with me playing with minds like toys." Maybe it's just fate. Maybe all the good she's trying to do now simply pales in comparison to her past.

Sometimes, no matter what Steve says, she thinks that these things are all her fault. Not just Lagos, but everything going back to that castle.