"I was in the wrong place at the wrong time," she shrugged, scowling as she tugged on the hem of her dress. She liked her outfits and there were more important things in the world to worry about than what she was wearing. At the moment that was if and how this woman planned to punish her for her indiscretion. "And you can't see my face," she pointed out, shoving the phone back to Valentina. "It's fine. It's nothing." The hard edge of anger in her voice made Wanda sound a lot braver than she felt. It was almost laughable; she was powerful, and yet she was afraid of the strange position she had in HYDRA. She and Pietro could do so much, and yet HYDRA could ruin their lives with a word. She hated it, and she hated them.