"Merry Christmas, Ms. Maximoff," Tony returned, gleefully catching her hug after following her trepidatious course closely from the door to the tree, arms out and instead ready to catch the disaster that seemed to be in the works. "None of those look quite big enough to carry Clint's pride," he accused, eyeing the gifts suspiciously with an arm kept tight around Wanda's waist. If the whole team couldn't make the trip, Tony expected the twins to be together, at the least. Jan could have very well actually been in any one of the boxes, though. Tony hoped that one had his name on the top. If not, Wanda was still more than enough for him to handle.
Relaxing his hold on her meant stroking his hand up her back instead of squeezing her to his side as he took her coat and offered, "Drink?" She had lived there long enough already that in most cases Tony might then direct her to the kitchen to help herself, but the kitchen was the last place he wanted Wanda to be on Christmas day. Some people had worked very hard on a proper meal and they didn't deserve to have it ruined by her bad karma or whatever her excuse was.