Without the wounded doe act, Wanda's behaviour was only a fraction more tolerable and Tony stopped contemplating giving up on her until she stopped giving up on herself the second that far more believable energy was back. It didn't make her any less ignorant, but Tony was more willing to tell her why. Well, outside of the fact that she obviously was never on the debate team (who the fuck tries to argue by just parroting the question back?) and her attempt to level the playing field by assuming they were both blind idiots. She could make herself into as much of an idiot as she wanted to, it probably helped her pick up all kinds of meaningless fucks in bars, but Tony wasn't going to pretend to make her feel better about herself. There was zero reason for her read him the list of Magneto's crimes: he was the one that stuck his neck out to get both her and her brother away from his influence and cruelty.
"I'm not blaming him, I'm not trying to claim what Pietro did, or what he ever did, was rational. I know you love him, but he doesn't really take the time to think things through. That doesn't mean the situation can't be rationalized, and if you're not willing to think of the cause for what he obviously did, as much as you want to ignore it, then there is no way you're going to find the cure. If you don't want to be involved, don't lash out at me," Tony instructed, voice low and keeping very still aside from one hand that had escaped to illustrate his point and eventually landed over his heart. Happy couples, little girls, and nervously laughing groups of friends continued to glide around the rink behind him, blissfully unaware of the storm cloud that gathered over this one innocent little bench, and Tony intended to keep it that way.