Tony only glanced up at Wanda and shrugged like it was no big deal, as if he had just taken a long weekend for a breather, glad, for a second, to have Anthony's mounting displeasure to focus his attention on. He didn't need Wanda reminding him, with all of her sincerity, how completely selfish it was of him to have checked out of life like that. "I didn't get to feed you yet, huh?" he asked Anthony instead, who gave a cough in reply that Tony inferred as, "No, you're right. Don't tell mom, she'll kick my ass. Come on."
Carefully cradling the infant against his chest, he pushed himself out of the couch and scooped his bag up off the floor to carry with him into the kitchen to attempt to warm the bottle once again. Maybe he would try the microwave this time. Only a look to Wanda suggested that 'come on' could have applied to her as well, because he might need back up for when this inevitably went wrong.