Wanda's frustration dissipated the moment Tony stepped in to salvage her hair and save the day. A beatific grin on her lips, she glanced in the mirror and then back at him with a short nod. "I'm done now," she agreed. Finishing touches could be fussed over during the drive to Billy's, and Tony had been patient enough in waiting that Wanda figured he deserved a victory here.
Despite the avowal of the completion of her toilette, Wanda made no move to leave, unwilling to allow Tony to relinquish his hold on her hands just yet. That he was touching her of his own accord at all was a miracle, given his behavior towards her lately. Wanda was sure she'd done nothing wrong and, finding no other reasoning behind his attitude, decided it must have something to do with what she'd heard about he and Raven. Since Wanda found no fault with herself she did her best to pretend she didn't notice Tony's scowls and decided to err on the side of caution. Caution meant trying not to touch him too often and he'd been slowly coming around. Just last week without glare or grimace she'd managed to give him a peck on the cheek even though for months all she'd really wanted to do was-
Wanda lifted her face and pressed her lips to Tony's in a soft and fleeting kiss. When she stepped back her mouth was quirking into its smile again and she murmured, "Thanks," though even she was unsure what at the moment she was actually thanking him for.