Something about Wanda claiming always had Tony seething, shoulders notably raising like a threatened dog before he stretched them back and did his best to shake it off. Any blow he landed on Magneto didn't always depend on her, and he certainly wasn't relying on anyone in the future; he could find his own way of handling the fucking supremacist.
"Is that what that little trip with Sinister was? Magneto not destroying your life anymore? He wasn't even fucking there, Wanda," he spat, beyond baffled that she couldn't see that and well into just resentful.