Watching from the corners of her eyes, seeing that stupid little smirk disappear, well it was positively thrilling. This was more like it, the way it always went in her head. Now the smile she wore as she lifted her face to meet his gaze was real, wide and cruel. "Your father, he was a talker too, I think? Well, you had to get it from somewhere. All your inheritance." Wanda splayed her fingers on the table, felt the heat rise again but she held it at bay for a few moments longer. "You didn't ask me what kind of history I like. Family history, mine and yours, they're connected." Now she lifted her hand and traced patterns of glowing energy with her fingertips on the table top. "You have legacy, Mr. Stark. A very bloody legacy."