( wanda is not too familiar with the history of the world, with the history of neighboring countries, because there already was a lot going on in her own little corner of europe. but czechoslovakia sounds familiar, their plight brought in contrast to sokovia's.

he goes for coffee, and wanda follows his hand, thinking how she'd much rather prefer tea. )

My parents wanted to get us out to go to America. We had days when we would only speak in English. To practice.

( it's not really talking about it if she can skip around the parts of the civil unrest and the violence and the riots and the deaths. olek maximoff would leave their home to work—what job, wanda and pietro could never really remember, in the way children don't really know what their parents do to make a living—to make enough money to afford visas, passports, train tickets away from novi grad. in the meantime, their mother, iryna, tried her best to give them a semblance of normalcy at home, and it proved true with the certainty that the twins did have a happy childhood.

all of that gone up in smoke. )

...Europe and its troubles, huh. ( she points at the boxes with teabags beside the instant coffee. ) The black tea isn't bad at all.