Teasing
The siblings had formed a plan with ease. Pietro and Lorna were to run, while Wanda and Anya toyed with the Avengers. Just enough to alert them that they were here, and they were ready to cast their revenge.
"C'mon, Wan," Anya urged her sister, leading them through spiraling hallways and stairs. "Here comes the fun part." She stopped in the doorway of an ominously dark room, her eyes glinting as she pointed.
Scanning the room, circling it, was Anthony Stark himself. His eyes seemed full of wonder, of curiosity. He was looking for something. Wanda knew what it was, pretty clearly, too. The scepter that gave them their powers.
Wanda slowly crept up behind him, mustering as much energy as she could. She forced herself to think of what he'd done. He killed her family! He must pay. "Thor," he said in English--which made Wanda glad she'd taught herself the language by translating thoughts--, stepping up toward the scepter with almost a swagger. "I've got eyes on the prize." She assumed he was speaking to someone through an earpiece, but paid no mind to it as she continued her steps.
As soon as Anthony had stopped in place in front of the scepter, Wanda quickly ducked around him to stand just behind his right shoulder, both of her hands moving up to a position on either side of his head. She dug deep into his mind. A fear. She wanted a fear of his. She wanted him to feel the same fear that she had felt, all those years ago, when she was torn away from her family. Hatred boiled up in her. Oh, how she wanted to kill him! She shook away the thought. Focus, Wanda.
She soon found it. The deaths of his precious little team. How cliche. She sighed silently and filtered the vision into his mind. He gasped, his eyes flashing as scarlet as hers were. He stared blankly at the scepter, not seeing it anymore. Wanda merely watched as he gasped and twitched for several moments, sweat dripping down his face.
Oh, how she enjoyed his fear. After sneaking a glance at her elder sister, she could tell Anya did too. Her eyes were alight with excitement as she watched, rubbing her hands together.
A gasp was heard, and Wanda turned back to Anthony with wide eyes. He had broken from her vision. How? No one had been able to do that before! Anxiously, he glanced around the room, swallowing.
A soft fft was heard, and Wanda turned to see her brother standing behind her, holding Lorna's hand. He moved to confront Anthony, but Wanda stopped him with a hand to his chest. He gave her a look, but she merely looked him in the eyes before they both looked back at Anthony.
Lorna crossed her arms as she watched him, Anya coming to stand beside her siblings with a little grin.
Anthony held out an arm, trying to call his suit. "We're just going to let him take it?" Pietro asked, in English--which he was still learning, thanks to Wanda--, frowning in confusion.
Wanda said nothing in response, her green eyes glinting as she watched Anthony.