The words had sounded grand, but in reality, it was just a paperhanger's mentality.
After the funeral, Daisy handed the Avengers a problem to solve: capture the escaped Cyclops and his younger brother, Alex Summers.
They did not discuss Peggy Carter. The old woman had not died suddenly; everyone had been prepared. Daisy and Captain America spoke only of business.
The guests had begun to leave one after another. Captain America stood before Peggy Carter's gravestone, looking at a photograph of his former lover in her youth. His heart was filled with complicated emotions, but Daisy's mention of the mission brought his thoughts back to the present.
"The Avengers are getting more and more short-staffed." Captain America looked utterly speechless. Stark had gone to prison, Thor had returned to Asgard to become God King, and Hulk had vanished. The three founding members who were best at fighting had all effectively left the team.
Quicksilver and Wanda, who had joined later, had both been promising prospects. After training for so long, Captain America had placed considerable hopes on them. Unfortunately, one had gone to the moon for a honeymoon, while the other had taken an extended leave.
"What happened to Wanda? Does she need our help?" Captain America was very curious. Wanda had called him once, then vanished.
Naturally, Daisy could not say Wanda had gone off to nurture a pregnancy. Explaining that would be far too horrifying, and Wanda did not need Captain America's help with this!
"It's a magic-related issue. Her magic puts a heavy burden on her body. Once it exceeds a certain limit, she gets headaches, chest pains, stomach aches, things like that..."
After a round of nonsense, she managed to bluff her way past the matter of Wanda.
Captain America's desire to keep recruiting was perfectly