Pietro's smile told her that he wasn't so concerned with capture as he ought to be, but then he never was. She rolled her eyes, equal parts amused and exasperated as ever at his arrogance, but scowled at the mention of Strucker. Wanda reflexively traced a pattern in the air, a superstitious gesture to ward off the devil that meant something like God forbid. Being out from under Strucker's thumb was one of the few bright sides to their being stuck here. He'd never stopped treating them as experiments, less than human, lab animals. There was no love lost between the twins and the Baron. Pietro was right to joke, relying on Strucker's generosity was no option.
Quick to smile at the next joke, Wanda shook her head both at the suggestion and to get thoughts of Strucker from her brain. She hated dwelling too much on the bogeyman; his threats and living in fear of his reach was bad enough without dwelling on their history with him, too. "I know you, dragi. You'd put them out of business eating all the pizza before you could deliver it. How about bicycle courier without the bicycle?" Wanda grinned. "Less for you to eat."