For her it was the first time she kissed someone since Vision. It was different of course, but then nothing would be like what she had with him. Wanda wasn't expecting it to be. If anything it was simple. There wasn't a long history with them, though history enough that she felt at ease.

She just let herself be wanted and to want. It was simple enough as she pressed into the kiss he so quickly returned. They were on similar paths, in similar places, people that felt out of where they should have been, now struggling with this new world. At least they aren't alone. She can take solace in that, feeling the warmth of one hand on her face. She doesn't mind the metal either.

As long as he was comfortable with her, that's all that mattered. Wanda slowly deepens the kiss, opening her mouth to explore a little more. Things are still relatively slow, just wanting to take the time to kiss him, to be with him. He's comfortable, and she knows he's letting himself be that way. Equally she wants the same thing for him.