Her lips quirked up in a smirk and she rolled her eyes but Wanda didn't release him. Of course he was uncomfortable, did anyone ever really talk to him? He could hide in his armor behind a faceless mask, a metal man with a machine heart. Wanda knew better; there had been rare moments when she'd seen, beyond the suit and the facetious grin, that he was just a man as vulnerable as anyone else. The only difference was that this man was Tony Stark and Wanda believed that he could do anything he put his mind to. He could fix the world. But only if he fixed himself first.
"No one else blames you, Tony. So stop blaming yourself." She realized it was perhaps easier said than done, but the fact was it needed to be said. Maybe just saying it would be enough to help him, somehow, actually start recovering from this. Getting back in the suit was a good start, but half-hearted couldn't cut it for much longer. The Avengers and the world needed Tony- needed Iron Man- confident and whole again and Wanda needed to help him get there. After all he'd done for her, at the very least she owed him this.
"It wasn't your fault," she repeated with conviction, her eyes steady as they searched his. Wanda brushed her thumb over his lower lip once and caressed his jaw with her fingertips before she finally let him go.