Wanda froze, watching him with wide eyes as he dragged a chair nearer. Here? Of every conceivable way she'd imagined encountering him, something like this had never once crossed her mind. In her revenge fantasies, Stark would have been cowering and afraid, begging for his life. Not smirking. Her eyes narrowed and she didn't touch the champagne. The heat was rising in her stomach, towards her fingers, but she fought it back down. Not here, much as she wanted to. Too many people around who didn't deserve whatever could happen next.
"I think you fit all three criteria just fine," she answered him quietly, without a hint of warmth in her gaze or the sidelong glare she shot him. Having him so near made her skin crawl.