Wanda frowned and seriously considered not following him. He'd shrugged off her sincerity like it was nothing and even though she knew he didn't realize the effort it had taken her, she couldn't help but feel irritated. As much as Tony could be endlessly charming, he seemed to posses an equal capacity to be infinitely frustrating. It was really only a tiny fear for the welfare of the baby that had her trailing into the kitchen a half a minute after him.
Her fear was somewhat well founded when she saw Tony heading for the microwave (granted he could have meant to just heat some water to warm the bottle in, but it wasn't worth the risk of waiting to find out). She intercepted him to wordlessly take the bottle from his hands and over to the sink to run it under warm water. She tested the heat of the milk on her wrist and, when it was lukewarm, passed it back over to him.
"Do you want me to-?" she offered after a moment, when it occurred to her that if he didn't know how to warm the bottle he probably didn't know how to feed the baby. Anthony was making weird noises now, as if he didn't particularly trust in Tony's ability either.