Billy stared at her incredulously. If he was calmer, he would have probably observed with some humor the way both of them stood there, fists clenched. But he wasn't calm, and it showed in his face and voice. He stalked back and forth along the sidewalk, struggling to keep his voice level and low.
"He's not to be trusted?" Billy gave a snort. "What about you, Wanda? How many did you kill with your magic all those years ago? Can you be trusted?"
It was a low blow, but Billy's anger was magnified, in part, by the subtle remnants of Loki's presence that night, when he had warned him against Wanda, of how she had gone mad with power. This whole exchange shouldn't have happened. He'd been foolish and let his guard down, and now Wanda knew about his connection to Loki. Billy couldn't imagine that the latter would be pleased.