"What you want to hear from me, it would be a lie," she grinned at his small retreat and lifted a hand to her mouth, fingers pressed thoughtfully to her lips as she looked around the room at all the oblivious bystanders, putting on a show just to rattle him. "But that's cute, how you care. That you're so concerned. For them." Wanda was, too, not that she'd let him know that if she could help it. These people who didn't deserve to be hurt because of Stark were the only thing keeping him safe at the moment. But Wanda didn't want Stark to feel safe. "It's a shame no one was so concerned for my family, when we came up against your legacy. We were helpless. Afraid." Wanda pointed a finger at him, though her energy remained at bay, swirling around her hands. "I want you to tell me what you are most afraid of, Tony Stark."