[had they not agreed to meet to talk about goro? it certainly felt that way, with the way sam had reacted to the name. with just one sentence sam already asks a hundred different things—and wanda smiles, knowing the inevitability of keeping westview locked behind her lips. she is fully aware that sam knows about it, and it was just a matter of time before he would ask, in that roundabout way of his that would make her think she wants to bring it up.

it's sam. is she not aware of how he is? wanda definitely does not mind, this relentlessly caring man's way of doing things for his loved ones.

wanda takes a sip of her tea, then settles the cup and her hands atop her lap, looking downward in thought for a moment before she raises her head to look at him.]

Before it all happened, Vis — [she takes a deep breath, exhales] We had agreed that what we had worked, but what I hadn't realized was that he had bought a home for us. In a nice, little suburb of New Jersey.

[westview.]

So we could grow old in.

[reading what he had written on the housing contract was the straw that broke the camel's back; it was what cemented, concretized, the fact that vision was dead—gone—never to be again. it had been wanda who killed him, once, only for thanos to reverse it and kill him again. she cannot imagine she will ever forget his face, his agonized screams.

she shakes her head, as if trying to remove the image from her head.]

My powers took over. I made mistakes, I fixed it as soon as I could, but I hurt so many people without knowing. And that's not something I can ever fix. [a light shrug] I thought it was just best to be alone, where I could never hurt anyone again.

[sokovia, lagos, westview—it weighs heavy on her.]