"He and I got off on the wrong foot. Everything since has been about, I don't know, what's the word?" Wanda waves her hand in the air, entirely without powers, as she tries to think. "Reconcile. I had impressions of him. Him of me..."

Once, quite a long time ago, Wanda thinks she and Peggy might have been in danger of that given their awkward first meeting. She's very glad it isn't so.

She takes the whiskey, smiling faintly. "To the edge, but not falling off."