Evidently he hadn't taken the entirely correct approach, but Tony waited for an answer with his hands held up in surrender and his brow furrowed while Wanda stared at him like he had just suggested they make out as an icebreaker. Maybe that would have worked better. The fact was, they needed to be able to have this conversation in a venue where Wanda wasn't waiting for him to threaten her with a repulsor, which was terrible for his sympathy. "Good," was all he would say for a long time to her eventual reply, then just inviting her to follow him to the kitchen where the coffee was already dripping at his silent instruction to JARVIS and warming the room with its scent. It was a more than welcome familiarity after traversing the halls with Wanda a wary few steps behind him rather than taking his arm or letting him wrap his around her waist. God, he'd really fucked this up.
The silence continued as he prepared a pair of steaming mugs for them and tried to sort out for himself how to even begin or what kind of excuse he actually had. He carried their coffee to the breakfast table, reflecting a creamy white on the window it was suspended from, leaving Wanda's mug at the place next to where he sat and looking up at the cloud that obscured the moon, just edged with the halo of its light. "I shouldn't have let her do that to you," he finally said when he dropped his head and anxiously rubbed a finger across his chin, reassured by his beard scratching his skin but wishing for his faceplate. That wasn't quite right; he shouldn't have invited Raven back here at all. That much was obvious now.