[In all honesty, Wanda doesn't expect him to stay long. Her concerns feel juvenile somehow, even if they stem from inexperience and ignorance than any lack of emotional maturity. At least, that's how she reasons it to herself, though she feels at the outside it may not seem that way. The members of the Avengers may tolerate that well enough, as she's one of them and they have no choice. They're used to dealing with young recruits, after all, and they know her story. Allowances are made, no doubt.
Eating this stew makes her sentimental, perhaps. Emotional. It's the Feast of Saint Nikolina, a day that has a great deal of meaning for her as well. It makes her care too much about things that perhaps she shouldn't, like fixating on why a man she's met only twice asks no questions when by all rights he ought to, shouldn't he?
Wanda dips her own bread into the stew, lets the bread soak up the dark broth. She bites into it, chews, listening to James when he finally speaks--
--he gives more than she might have expected. She can't recover quickly enough to mask the surprise on her face when he says that her companionship has been a balm to him. The admission pleases her, and the explanation he gives is one she can accept. The answers that she gives him may have greater meaning and implications than she realizes.
Has she taken it for granted that Sokovia will always remain Sokovia? Countries are harder things to destroy than cities, but shouldn't she expect that a war-torn country like her own is destined to fall just as Nassau did? The fate of Novi Grad may yet only be the beginning.]
Then I won't press you to take more information than you wish to have. [That much she can give him, to the best of her ability in any case.] I'd rather you feel at ease in my company, as your own is so welcome. I'm simply unused to being around people who don't want to know everything at all times.
[Which is somewhat unsettling, making him unpredictable since he's not following typical and well-trod routines and conversations most people have when getting to know one another.
It makes him an interesting challenge, one she welcomes, but he does try her skills of intuition in ways most don't.]
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Eating this stew makes her sentimental, perhaps. Emotional. It's the Feast of Saint Nikolina, a day that has a great deal of meaning for her as well. It makes her care too much about things that perhaps she shouldn't, like fixating on why a man she's met only twice asks no questions when by all rights he ought to, shouldn't he?
Wanda dips her own bread into the stew, lets the bread soak up the dark broth. She bites into it, chews, listening to James when he finally speaks--
--he gives more than she might have expected. She can't recover quickly enough to mask the surprise on her face when he says that her companionship has been a balm to him. The admission pleases her, and the explanation he gives is one she can accept. The answers that she gives him may have greater meaning and implications than she realizes.
Has she taken it for granted that Sokovia will always remain Sokovia? Countries are harder things to destroy than cities, but shouldn't she expect that a war-torn country like her own is destined to fall just as Nassau did? The fate of Novi Grad may yet only be the beginning.]
Then I won't press you to take more information than you wish to have. [That much she can give him, to the best of her ability in any case.] I'd rather you feel at ease in my company, as your own is so welcome. I'm simply unused to being around people who don't want to know everything at all times.
[Which is somewhat unsettling, making him unpredictable since he's not following typical and well-trod routines and conversations most people have when getting to know one another.
It makes him an interesting challenge, one she welcomes, but he does try her skills of intuition in ways most don't.]