Wanda has seen this side of Tony before. Truthfully, everyone at the Avengers compound had seen it more and more often in the months before the Sokovia Accords were put on the table. Something has been crumbling inside him for a long time. She knows that from taking a peek into his thoughts. The nightmare she'd concocted had been an easy thing to tie into the mind of someone already coming unraveled.

She's not proud of that.

"Well. I did scream you off a beach the last time we talked." It's the closest she'll come to taking back her words. There are a lot of old wounds between them that have nothing to do with Peter Parker. It's just that that conversation had picked the scabs.

Leaning back in her seat, Wanda tries to choose her words carefully. Her temper has never been as bad as her brother's but she knows how to find the soft spots and jab them verbally. Stalling for time, she takes a bite of her food and then has to close her eyes because, damn, it actually is a good sandwich.

"I don't want–" No. That's not it, not exactly. "I am tired of hating you. It hasn't fixed anything. I think, when I first came to America and we were all trying, things were better?" Not necessarily happy or perfect and she's never going to let go of the fact that he put a crucifix in her room, but they'd been better.