Tony had guessed as much and was ready to make a joke about how obviously chaotic a household led by Clint must have been, but it evidently wasn't as entertaining to live as it was to watch. The grin that was waiting to break out deflated instead at the cue from Wanda's expression. Maybe that wasn't such a good topic, either. This was supposed to be distracting and fun and easy and fish and stuff.
Between the long shadows of the open back and the wavering blue ambiance of the shark tunnel, Tony had magicked something into his palm to coax Wanda's smile back out. He'd had some time to kill, after all, and it wouldn't do to show up empty handed after she had come all this way. Dropping her hand, he slung his arm around her shoulders to open the gift for her in front of them and show off the asymmetrical gold necklace, looking strangely flat in the multiangled light, of a rose hung from its stem and head between the chain with petals dripping delicately from the bud. Flowers would eventually die, and one of them would have had to carry them around. This was a little better. It felt like a decade ago that he had bought something for her every day, and now Tony didn't remember the last time he got Wanda a gift.