[ His gesture is familiar to her, and reminds her of the lullaby as well. Habit, maybe, and she rests her hand atop his, her gaze not leaving his.

But there's something in his words that has her eyes sharpening, a glint of determination, of protection that sparks into an angry defense for her family. She can't say he's wrong, which is worse. Originally, she'd hoped that making a stand together could have worked to make the Accords something they could still work within, but ultimately... No, things hadn't quite worked out that way. ]

Ross is never going to get that chance. Not with Wanda, not with you. Things with the team might have been strained, but I believe there are lines none of us would have accepted being crossed. Not even those who thought the Accords were the lesser of two evils.

[ She hadn't liked them, but their options had been slim. It seemed the most likely outcome... until it hadn't been worth it anymore. She'd chosen her side in the end, and she didn't regret where it had landed her. Only that it had crumbled the bonds between their little family further. ]

I think that's understandable, considering your history. He had a position of power and he abused it. That sort of corrupted experience... [ Her voice trails off and she glances down at his hand, squeezing it lightly. ] It leaves scars.