That was impressively competent advice for a problem that Tony had summed up as 'I don't know'. Evidently, he should make better use of that phrase because it really was less emasculating than descriptive. Actually, it was still pretty emasculating, once Tony got over the embrrassingly neutral 'compliment' of 'capable'. All Wanda said was a lot of things Tony knew, or should have known, very well, and he needed someone else to organize for him. He had complete faith in both Spider-Woman and Captain America as Avengers, that wasn't a problem and there was no reason for him to be concerned about the team. Why did he feel so frustrated?
"Yeah," was all he said before he flashed Wanda a smile, thankful for her clarity and patience even if he couldn't find his own. The sharks, too, didn't seem to much mind whether Tony and Jess could stand the sight of each other as long as someone was competent enough to keep a bomb from falling on their glass roof. One slowed as it passed just above Tony's head at his right, surveying the pair curiously with a beady black eye. Tony sighed and dragged his attention away from the animal as its tail flicked beyond his shoulder, stroking his hand down Wanda's back. "What are you worried about?" he suddenly demanded, incredulous and with a smirk, jumping back to her thoughtful reticence. Granted, Clint was more of a handful than babbling, squirming baby Anthony, but Wanda was skilled and practiced and handling both of them. She even had Jan to help when he threw a tantrum.