Wanda gazed at him wonderingly and eventually, through a strange swell of contradictory emotions, managed to uneasily return his grin. As he spoke she felt a creeping suspicion; it was like he was trying too hard, to convince her or to convince himself. Wanda couldn’t deny, however, that this impression could easily be borne of jealousy. It hurt her more than she would have expected to hear him talk this way about someone else. Even when she’d accepted the fact that he didn’t love her, she consoled herself with the thought that perhaps he couldn’t love anyone else, either. Of course, that was selfish and stupid and she felt genuinely ashamed of herself to think of it now.
Tony deserved to be happy, no matter what he thought to the contrary, he did deserve it and that smile of his said volumes more than his words could. Wanda knew that if she cared about him at all then she couldn’t be so cruel as to ruin this for him; so she voiced none of her concern and simply watched distractedly as he took the baby from her. Just as Tony had managed to overcome his moony grin she swallowed down her aching envy and regret. "Good," she echoed and reached out to squeeze his hand, "I'm glad." She meant it, and her smile was sincere now. “It’s nice to see you doing so well, Tony. And to have you here,” she gestured to the room around them, “Back on the team. I missed you.”