Tony only went "Oh," to this revelation, catching her hand and rocking back as Wanda sat up and trying not to settle his weight anywhere at once. He had to-- okay, it was just easy to wrap an arm around her with a hand on her back, and he stroked her bare finger where the ring was supposed to be with his thumb, his head tucked down to glance back up at her through his lashes. Of course he wasn't too troubled by the information, he could easily tra--
Did they all know or something? Fuck him if Hawkeye knew about the rings, too. The fact that this seemed to be universal knowledge discounted the possibility of playing it off and sticking to a lie, so the laugh Tony had mustered to try to discourage this very strange and unaccountable accusation Wanda was making died quickly on Tony's lips. He cleared his throat, wondering what kind of excuse was viable in this situation, in which he was feeling quite trapped in his position. "It was just to make sure you were safe, you know," he said instead of answering her, "It's not like I was keeping tabs on you, just when it was an emergency." Which was kind of true. He raised the hand he held to his lips to kiss her fingers carefully, because surely this was just an idle curiosity and there were other things to do then worry about rings or trackers.