Now, that's a question that keeps Wanda's gaze focused straight ahead. She wishes for some of the water to rise again, and although it does bubble as if interested in meeting her command, she ensures that none of it reappears in the Sanctum. His furniture is already ruined enough by her attempts at controlled and less chaotic magic.

Any mention of Stark will always make something prickle uncomfortably in her chest. After everything she's done, after every chance she thought Stark would take to be the hero his friends and teammates claimed him to be, she's still standing where she started her Avengers journey in the rubble of Sokovia. Attending his funeral didn't bring about the closure she had been secretly hoping for.

"I wouldn't know," she says, ensuring to keep a small smile on her face. The Avengers seem to still exist in spirit, but given the lack of phone calls and invitations to team lunches, Wanda thinks it's over. It has to be. While she may never have truly belonged with them and was always either commandeered to her room or the corner, the idea of them meeting and plotting without her stings a little.

"I think Sam and Barnes are working together if the news is telling the truth. But I don't think the Avengers have reunited since the funeral." The funeral that wasn't for Vision, and technically didn't seem to belong to Natasha, too.

Glancing at Strange, she shrugs, "I think they all lost hope after Steve and Iron Man."