"Little Red Witch," she repeated and shook her head, smiling. "Or something like that." Wanda fell silent, lost in thought for a moment, and then glanced at her brother again. She pulled out the other chair at the table and sat down across from him. "So we're getting jobs, then. Settling in here. What about Stark?" They had plans after all, none of which had come to fruition since they'd been here. They couldn't even get close to the man, only lurk outside the gates of the Avengers mansion now and then, scope out the Stark building. It wasn't a subject they'd discussed much since the barrier came down, because everything had changed. The city was big, yes, but felt like a trap with the knowledge that if they were successful they couldn't escape from here. They couldn't just leave and go home or go into effective hiding (from Stark's cronies or from HYDRA, who probably had their own careful plans they wouldn't want spoiled by a couple of defectors fulfilling their own wishes). The stakes were higher now.