Now Tony was starting to doubt his carefully selected company. Steve would have laughed, even if it was to get Tony to stop, and accept that Tony's surviving sense of humour must have meant some good spirit. Okay, maybe not, Steve could be as infuriatingly perceptive as Wanda, but he was more gentle about it. Kind of. Tony should have gone back to the office.
Ignoring all of those needling looks, chin up and shoulders squared like he wasn't even bothered that Wanda didn't think he was funny (she usually thought he was funny, right?), he strode confidently into the next building and only chanced a glance in Wanda's direction when she was distracted. The fish were nice, sure, but they passed strange shadows across her face that eased Tony's rigid posture again and let him engage, apologetically, "What about you?"