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He gave her a half smile, “I appreciate your confidence in me.” He truly did, considering he was considerably lacking in confidence in himself. He practically devoured his omelette, pushing his plate away when he was through. “You’re a good cook.”

“I tend to have confidence in most people in my life,” she admitted, “But I don’t see the point in tell them most that.” Wanda smiled a little, focusing on pushing her own omelette onto a plate, “Thank you... just remember not to let the Vision cook for you.” Offering him her omelette, “Do you want another? they’re easily made.” 

“I wanted to make sure you were okay..” Tony frowned softly looking at her

Wanda avoided his gaze, looking down at her feet as she nodded, “I’m fine,” she insisted gently, “There’s nothing to be upset over, is there?” 

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He picked up his fork but paused before digging in, listening to Wanda’s response to his question. Different. The word echoed through his head. He had a hard time not telling himself that different was just a nicer word for unwanted. He followed her instructions, taking a bite of his omelette, silent as he chewed and swallowed before speaking again, “You’re wrong, actually. Steve trusts me, but that doesn’t mean there’s nothing to worry about.” There were holes in his bedroom wall to prove that, put there when he couldn’t control his rage.

Wanda had a lot of faith in the Captain and whatever he said was a good idea was something that Wanda was sure she wanted to be a part of. When Bucky pointed out she was wrong, her head tilted to the side and she watched him, “This will pass,” she insisted gently, sounding a little defeated, “You’re on the road to recovery.” 

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The arm intrigued Wanda to no avail, but never had she ever stared at it too long or given it much thought because she assumed it was one of those things he’d be self conscious about. Wanda looked up from the pan, a small smile coming to her lips, “I’m not uncomfortable around you,” she assured him, “And we’re on the same team – we’re friends, aren’t we?” 

He couldn’t help but smile, though his cheeks took on a pink tinge as he embarrassed himself. “Yeah, we’re friends.” He bit at his lip as he watched her. “Do you think the others…feel awkward with me here?” If he was going to embarrass himself he might as well go all out.

Wanda smiled gently back, finishing off the first omelette and slipping it onto a plate. Pushing the plate toward Bucky, she encouraged him to eat. At his question, Wanda sighed gently, carding a thin-fingered hand through her hair, "I think..." She started, trying to find her words, "I think you're different and some aren't entirely sure how to handle you. I think that's completely normal. We are all different. It's what brings us together. It took a long time for them to be okay with me here too... But all of us trust Steve and if he trusts you then there is nothing to worry about. Give them some more time and things will settle. Now, eat before it gets cold."