She's been drawing out the moment, deciding the whole time if she wants to deal with him or not. The threat of her neighbors doesn't bother her much, given that one of them is a Russian fugitive and the rest are plain annoying, but Tony Stark is begging. Sort of. Wanda supposes she ought to take pity.

She opens the door but doesn't pull out the chain so that he can only see a four-inch sliver of her face.

"What."