Wanda didn't know a lot about bad-movies when it came to social definitions. Clint had mentioned a few and she'd learned the term but she didn't have a clear picture of what Sam meant.

It was moments like these that Wanda wondered what it would have been like to have a more normal childhood. Before high school she'd been fighting and surviving on her own with her brother. There were people who helped them but she hadn't started taking classes or going to 'school' until she became part of the Avengers. Steve had insisted that she did more than just fight.

"I would have wanted to find out too." She admitted with a shrug. Wanda had spent a long time trying to find her parents killer. It had fueled her through most of her life. She had been ready to not only kill Tony Stark but to make his life hell before hand, to take away everything he loved, just like what he did to her.

Even now, some of the resentment remained but she knew that it hadn't been Tony at the time, just his weapons. It was a hard task to separate what she knew and what she felt.