"See," Wanda murmured to Pietro as they stepped into Tony's house, "We aren't late." She'd spent hours getting ready and her ever impatient twin was incredibly irked when they'd had to catch the very last of the flights arranged by Pepper. Wanda wasn't too bothered herself; if Pietro were that worried he could've been there on his own in minutes. Besides, as she'd assured him when she was painstakingly curling her hair which she'd just painstakingly straightened from it's natural waves, perfection took time. Whatever, it was completely worth it, no matter how much Pietro complained. This was the first actual party she'd been to in awhile- she wasn't going to count the Masquerade when she was supposed to be undercover or the Stark Enterprise thing when she was miserable- and she fully intended to make the most of it.