But another look around the cell, barely ten square meters, made most of Yongye's surprise fade.
A mattress thin enough to see through covered the Iron bed frame in the corner. The ceiling bulb flickered with unstable voltage, and the smell of disinfectant was so strong it was as if someone had just poured out an entire bottle.
For revenge, the siblings had willingly spent months in this hellhole. They had even volunteered for Hydra's superpower experiments despite the danger.
Compared with that, a little quid pro quo was nothing.
Besides, he had a handsome face and the title of "Earth's strongest hero."
For all he knew, Wanda might even think she was getting the better end of the deal.
"You're direct," Yongye said, leaning against the barred doorframe with his arms crossed. "I like direct."
Wanda did not smile. Her gaze remained fixed on his face. "I don't have time to beat around the bush. Tony Stark has to pay. He destroyed our home, yet he gets to stand above everyone as a Superhero. It isn't fair!"
The night wind slipping through the gap in the door carried Sokovia's damp late-autumn chill. It stirred the hem of the gray hoodie around Wanda's shoulders.
Yongye looked down at her, at the determination and anxiety churning in her light-brown eyes, and smiled.
"Fine. Deal."
Wanda's shoulders eased slightly, as though a taut string inside her had finally slackened. She turned her head a little, looked away from Yongye's face, then looked back with the faintest curve to her lips.
It was a tentative smile, touched with relief.
"Here?"
She raised a hand to the edge of her hoodie's collar and made as if to pull it up. "I can do it anytime, if that's what you want."
Yongye immediately shook his