Bruce sat on the carpet, looking anywhere but her face. Wanda didn't need her powers to tell the he was incredibly uncomfortable.
This was Tony's doing, she was sure. In his eyes she needed a babysitter and quiet Bruce was the perfect candidate.
"Hey," she said suddenly, snapping Bruce back into reality. "Can you fix my microwave?"
His face lit up at the opportunity to do something familiar and he hurried over to the appliance.
Bruce did not see the red from Wanda's fingers go inside the microwave and pull something loose, careful to leave no trace of her meddling.