Wanda's face fell as Tony turned to look in the mirror, staring at his reflection with her lips pressed into a frown. She had expected any number of things in return for her unsolicited kiss- a smile at least or some sign of affection, at worst an irate rebuff. Compared to what she’d anticipated Tony’s lack of any real response was somewhat unnerving.
The non-reaction left Wanda with a confusing combination of guilt and defiance. Guilt at the thought of having upset him, but defiance because a little kiss wasn't the sort of thing she would regret or repent- it was the sort of thing, given an opportunity, she would repeat. Still, it wasn't like she hadn't known she was taking a risk anyway and, optimistically, the lack of an outright rejection was enough to provide Wanda with a glimmer of hope that her advances weren't completely unwanted.
Relatively unfazed, she followed Tony's determined march from her room with a pause only to gather up her coat. "I'll be fine," was Wanda's murmured answer to Tony's question and in the garage she shrugged into her coat. When they reached one of Tony’s cars she paused. “We should pick something up? Dessert, maybe?”