While Wanda continues to rest her head against her knee, she leans toward him when he wraps his metal arm around her. She hides behind her other hand, pushing her palm against her face as if her heel can somehow stop her from crying. Even if he refuses to be mad at her, she's hurt the one person she cares about. It's an invasion and cruelty she promised he'd never feel again.

She shakes her head. She doesn't want to know why he still trusts her because he shouldn't. But she sniffs hard and wipes at her eyes and smears her tears. She rests her hand on his upper thigh and grips it hard.

"Why?" she asks, her voice small. Wanda doesn't deserve to know, but Bucky has a right to voice those reasons after decades of being forced to be silent.