Wanda watches him for a moment. His brain works a million miles an hour, unpacking so many things he's seen and read. She can barely comprehend half the spells in the Darkhold despite knowing deep down in her bones what each one is capable of.

She feels a burst of admiration for how he doesn't stop thinking. Even when he needs a break, even when she thinks he's on the cusp of becoming so frazzled words may no longer hold their meaning, he keeps going. That tenacity reminds her a lot of Pietro and Steve.

"It isn't easy, is it?" She looks up at him before turning her gaze downward. "Knowing everything you know. You'd think it would make it easier to understand what happens to people and what the world is made of, knowing all the things that happen in the dark. I think it makes it harder."