"Bye bye, Jessssica." Wanda's arm flopped in a wave of goodbye, a bizarre puppet. Then one of her hands grasped the other and the demon closed her eyes. When she opened them, they were Wanda's again, wide and terrified as she murmured no over and over, watching and unable to stop as the fingers of one hand pulled the others back until her wrist snapped. Her agonized shriek cut off abruptly when the demon returned and laughed with a toothy grin as it shook the hand, watching it swing limply.
"Little parting gift," it explained, and actually winked at Iron Man. "And here you are, glib as ever. You wanna get to know each other? But I already know you. I know what this bag of meat knows. So, what are you really doing here Toooony? Playing dress up? Pretending you're a super hero, come to save the damsel in distress. Just a little boy hiding behind his mask," it taunted, rocking from side to side on its feet, its head jerking erratically whenever Wanda fought it for control. The demon was taking it's measure of him, seeing what buttons it could push with this one.
It gasped in mock surprise and continued, "Oooor maybe you're here because you actually care what happens to her." Pausing, it cackled at what it seemed to think was a great joke. "No. No, you're just cleaning up another of her messes. She's this constant problem that you only made worse every time you fucked her. Oh, Tooony, lesson learned. You feed a stray and the bitch'll never stop begging you for scraps."