Wanda turned and gaped at Tommy for a moment, her eyes blazing. And then she lost it. "Hey!" she snapped, striding up to him and glaring. It was sort of like arguing with Pietro. She knew how to handle Pietro. Guilt.
"First off all- stop feeling sorry for yourself. I had a really fucked up childhood too, so I know what you're going through, and I'm sure you like to play the woe-is-me card but you are eighteen, act like it! No, I am not your mother because in this universe I haven't created you! But lord knows I wouldn't mind being your mother just so I could teach you some manners! You can ask your brother, I have done my best to take care of him over the past few weeks-" she paused for a second, struck with shame at the thought that she hadn't protected him from Sinister, but she continued nonetheless, "-And I'd be willing to do the same for you if you'd stop being such a brat! If you want me to be sweet to you, I expect the same in turn! I don't think you realize the position your being here at all right now puts me in. But obviously you don't care."