[ it's a simple answer but firm and concise, no hesitation, and something in that shows with a light in wanda's eyes of subtle fascination. ]

I don't.

[ she doesn't even know what that would mean — a community, a coven. not one of witches anyway. as familial as the avengers have been to her in the time since she'd lost her brother, there'd always been something separating her from the rest of them. because of the way she is, the things she could do, abilities that they all feared despite their insistence that they simply wanted to watch over her. ]

There isn't even anyone else like me. Not anyone that — not magic like mine. What ... what is a coven like?