One of the things I love the most about Wanda’s accent returning when she described Pietro and her singing the Sokovian lullaby after thinking about him is it how it shows he was truly her home. She can’t put up a front when it comes to Pietro. He doesn’t fit into her perfect Americanized world because his name brings about memories of home, of Sokovia, of family, of joy, and of great loss. He’s like a compass of sorts. Even in the middle of her delusion the thought of their sibling connection pulls her out of it, even for a short time.

















