So he wasn't completely incompetent at this, it was rather relieving. A smile formed on Wanda's face as she watched him and when he spoke she felt the last of her irritation dissipate. "Depends on your definition of wasting time," she answered and slid into the chair beside him. She tapped her fingers on the sun warmed wood and looked on Anthony with that small smile still intact.
"If building up multi-billion dollar companies, surviving the kind of things you've had to survive and then becoming one of the world's most well-known superheros before you were thirty counts as wasting time, then I suppose you're right." Wanda chuckled and finally turned her gaze up to meet Tony's. "You've got plenty of time, anyway. You're still young. And for what it's worth, I think you'd be pretty good at it." She nodded towards the contented baby in his arms and thought of the gratified expression on his face earlier when Anthony simply grasped his fingers. It was certainly a new perspective.