"And why would I need a SHIELD safe house, Mr. Summers?" Wanda asked with a coquettish glance and a wry little smile. "Do you really think the public hates the Avengers that much right now?" She was joking, but the answer was probably 'yes.' "Or do you just think little old me can't possibly take care of myself?"
Wanda looked him up and down with raised eyebrows, "Well, dear, I see we're 'slumming it' today. Frat boy chic works for you." She stood then, smoothing out the skirt of her dress, and then opened her arms to offer a friendly hug. Wanda had always liked Scott Summers- or rather, she'd always liked teasing Scott Summers and he was of that rare breed of genuine "nice guys" one rarely met in real life. He was also ridiculously straight-laced, hence her excessive amusement at any opportunity to flirt, tease, or cause him general discomfort.