Mere moments later the dining room door opened, interrupting what was probably an awkward silence. Not a result of any 'weird twin things', there had simply been traffic on the road from LA (what else was new?) and Wanda had been insistent that they take a car rather than teleportation or- god forbid- Pietro do anything silly like running back home. Of course the doctors and surgeons assured her that Pietro was going to be perfectly fine, Wanda was stubbornly refusing to risk even the slightest chance that he wouldn't be and begged that her brother humor her at least until they were safely back in Malibu.
Smiling around at the other Avengers and hanging onto her brother's arm, Wanda stepped into the room and eyed the food spread out on the table. It was a welcome sight as it occurred to her that she hadn't actually eaten anything in awhile. Admittedly, she'd been worried. Her faith in Tony's design and the abilities of the country's top surgeons only went so far. In her own experience with anything, something could always go wrong.