"Oh, right, I forgot, you're thiry-six," she snorted, her tone dry, "Practically ancient." He was just being silly, there were men having children well into their old age. The only thing stopping Tony was himself.
She would have continued chiding him if saying his age aloud hadn't triggered a surprising thought- his birthday was next month and he would be thirty-seven, which meant that it had been an entire year since his rogue sentient armor wiped out a building of innocent people. She wondered if Tony even realized how much time had passed, it certainly didn't seem like that long ago to her. It had been a catastrophe that had, ultimately, been Wanda's own fault, not Tony's and yet he was only just now back in the suit (and an old one at that). Even while she thought she understood his reticence it hadn't fully dawned on her until now that he clearly hadn't handled the problem. Like everyone else, she'd simply assumed that when he stopped drinking he must be better all around. Just because he was conquering his addiction didn't mean he'd conquered the catalyst.
Her line of thought was interrupted by Tony's announcement and Wanda forced a laugh (now she knew what he'd meant about Anthony having better aim than Barton, poor Steve) but any mirth at what Anthony had done was only a momentary distraction from her previous thoughts and she tried to continue to smile as she remarked, casually, "Your birthday is next month, isn't it?"
Knowing the answer to her question she pressed on, "Any plans? Maybe we should do something big, since, you know, last year was ah, rather disastrous." Which was putting it lightly, but trying to talk about anything with him in a serious way wouldn't get her anywhere. He was a master of deflection and she resolved, this time, not to be deterred.