The last time they'd faced one another it had been on opposite sides and Wanda had had a lot more at her disposal than she does now. She's not proud of herself for how she flinches and then stares at him, momentarily blinded by the daylight that floods in behind him. After the Raft's dull fluorescents, her eyes aren't adjusted.

And somehow, in the middle of all of this, Wanda finds it in herself to be sarcastic. When a person is hungry, humiliated, and tired, sometimes that's the only defense that remains.

"Your hospitality is going down in quality lately, Mr. Stark."