Wanda is not a hugger; that doesn't mean she doesn't need hugs. Steve is used to her being a bit like a stand-offish cat about affection, so he just smiles, brings her in a little closer, and rubs her back.

"It's really good to see you, Wanda."

Maybe she doubts his sincerity, can't believe he'd see her the same way after everything she's done... And maybe she's right. There's so much he knows he doesn't know, not just about her but about Thedas and the life she's lived here. His affection and respect aren't unconditional, they never have been. He wouldn't lie that she could never lose him.

But she's his closest link to Earth, she's the only other Avenger, she's one of two people who could have any way to understand him—and also, she's his friend.

After a long moment, he steps away from her, releasing her from the hug, and—well, here's where he would put his hands in his pockets, if these trousers had pockets. As it is, his hands go to his hips, unintentionally in full Captain America dorito mode.

"Can I come in, do you have time to talk? Strange told me you've been here for a while."