Wanda dressed quickly, her movements jerky with rage and then she packed up her bag and she was shoving past the agents without looking at any of them. Without even shooting a glance back at Tony. She couldn't bear the thought of looking at him, or else she would think about what she was missing- again- and then she didn't know what she'd do. She might just murder the agents or blow up the helicopter or fuck Tony right then and there or some twisted combination of the three. Wanda couldn't remember being this angry in quite some time. It was so frustrating. When she'd boarded the helcopter she turned her stare pointedly towards the ceiling. As they rose she imagined island paradise and all it promised slipping away below them.