Who are you? The question struck Wanda and her head moved back on the column her spine, confusion written plainly across her face. She would have taken gross insult to Discord's accusation that she smelled badly if her mind wasn't racing and on the verge of panic.
"We, my brother and I, we fought against Ultron with you. With the Captain, Natasha, Clint, and," she swallowed hard, loathe to say the man's name," Tony. You disappeared after Sokovia was destroyed. Is...is this where you were taken?"
That's why you have a house, right? Because you've been here longer? That's why you're not trying like hell to get out of here? The unspoken questions swam through her mind, not diluting the hope, the fearful desperation, that was so clear in her voice. Wanda's hands curled into fists, eyes darting back and forth as she clung to the silence, waiting on his response.