[She closes her eyes, a fraction of a second longer than it would take to blink. Four words posed as a question, and even now Wanda knows that she can't answer it with a simple yes or no. Stalling, she raises her glass to her lips again, drinks even as they quirk up at the corners. But it's not a smile, and certainly not in her eyes.]

For what we hoped to accomplish, what we wanted to change, no. [She'd lost Pietro and the only place she'd ever called home in a single day. It's impossible for her to forget how Novi Grad looked after. Gutted. It looked the way she felt, and even now Wanda still walks around feeling as if she's living with a hole punched through her chest.] Some good came of it, serving the greater good, but the cost is always so high. Too high, personally.

[She's lost her family, her city, and even the last scraps of innocence she didn't know she still possessed. Not until being the pawn of Hydra and Ultron stripped them away. Trying to do the good thing has taken everything from her, and not just once, and before she was pulled through the portal she'd found herself at rock bottom once more on the hard ground of the airport. A rogue Avenger, an "enemy" of the lawful governments of the world.

And whatever her motives, Flint was right. To others, it didn't make her a good person. Just dangerous.]