The Scarlet Witch snorted derisively. "I have dealt with Chthon most of my life. You are nothing, little man."

She stepped smoothly back and to the left. He fingers plucked magical lines she herself had laid in the mansion all those years ago. A shimmering avatar slid into the space in front of Wanda; it was definitely shaped like a specific American captain.

She loaded the construct with energy from the coldest tundra. When Zemo got close enough or, better yet, struck at it, it would explode out with permafrost shards.