[Wanda tosses it back as well, licking her lips after. She leans against Sam with a sigh, head resting on his shoulder as she watches people dancing.]

Pietro and I would go to raves like this sometimes. Not often, and not...not as dressed up. But the music would be loud and there would be alcohol. It was a nice escape.

[She doesn't have to tell Sam what the escape was from. Pre-Hydra, he knows exactly what she's talking about.]

Funniest thing though... [She trails off, inviting a response.]