When he didn't speak Wanda finally brought her gaze to meet his, her expression twisted with guilt and shame. "Or at least, you should. I wouldn't blame you, if you do," she offered in a weak voice and paused again to take a deep breath before she continued. It was harder than she thought, to own up to this, to make her apology to the one person who most deserved it. The one person whose forgiveness she needed most.
"My god, Tony. I'm so stupid and I'm so, so sorry. I know that doesn't- it doesn't help but...I didn't mean for any of it to happen. And I'm sorry..." Wanda's voice broke as she ended her apologetic rant. She pressed her hands against her face to stop herself from some pathetic display of tears. When she was more composed Wanda dropped her hands again and took a tentative step towards his bed. Again she paused, chewing her lower lip, waiting for an invitation to move closer, a snarl of recrimination, a welcoming word or a glare of loathing. Something. Anything.