The boneless way Raven struggled against him was enough to assure Tony that she had gone far enough beyond the anger to at least not choke anyone anymore, and restraining her further might actually make it worse. He let her go easily, but followed her with his hands up, the armor retracting again like it was never there in a longer, smoother motion than the transition of Raven's eyes. She went for her coat, and Tony opened his mouth to stop her, but then figured that might be for the best. Wanda might take it a little better from him, and if she still needed to hex someone to death by the end of the night, Raven would be reasonably safe.
"Don't move," he instructed Wanda, starting after Raven quickly, then stalling to look briefly apologetic for the tone and hoping his expression proved his sincerity in the narrow window of time he had to offer it. It wasn't like she was going to listen to him if she thought he was just going to come back angry. He really did need her to listen. But first he had to run out the door to catch Raven in the dark hall.
"Raven," he called back, then "Sweetheart," as he rushed around in front of her to stop her, both hands out again but lower as if to take hers, if she would let him. "Don't do anything..." he advised, rolling his eyes to the ceiling as he grasped for the right words, but let the statement hang there, knowing that Raven knew what he meant to say even if he didn't. He could fix this, is all he meant. "I do have something for you," he continued, abruptly pulling the box out of his pocket only to linger and twist it in his hands, unsure how to proceed. This was a far cry from perfect. The strongest light in the hall was from the repulsor burning in his chest, curiously bright and betraying his racing heart, but Tony kept manipulating the box. "Nothing has to change," he finally decided on, flipping it open for her to cast her judgment in this new light. The ring inside, the one she had asked for and was probably regretting now, was a strikingly large tension set diamond in one architectural arm of white gold and one of rose, flanked on either side by six more gleaming clear diamonds set into the metal. It was a foolish gesture, after an outburst like that which Tony had predicted long ago, but he kept his focus on it like it was the least foolish thing he'd done all night.