She sounded like Tony's mother. Not the way that Steve could, with that threatening edge to his voice; the opposite of that, with all of the honest, warm affection a mother could generate for even her most disappointing of children. It took Tony a beat to familiarize himself with it and by the time he was shaking his head to discourage Wanda from going on she had already started. He had to choke on his disparaging remarks and take that support while she looked him in the eye like she actually meant it.
As much as he tried not to look horrified, Tony knew his eyes were too wide and his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth and he could feel that tight heat in his chest like his heart had stopped. He had to force himself to swallow and sniff and pull Wanda back the way he had her, safe against his shoulder, telling himself that he had heard some variation of that at every cheesy award ceremony people he had spent a lot of money on liked to throw in his honour. This time he didn't even get a certificate. "You're bad for my ego," he said. "D'you think I need that?" The Avengers (East coast) certainly wouldn't be entertained when he strolled in all puffed up ready to tell them he was a Hero and Deserved Things. It was all easy for Wanda to say, she got to go home, away from the fallout.