He had been good, she was only warning for future reference. Her observation of the avengers over the past month told her none of them like to sit still. She gave him an apologetic kiss on the palm of his hand.
This back and forward was getting them nowhere. Wanda was stubborn and determined to get out of bed. Well fine, if she felt well enough let her try. Wicked Got up from the chair and offered it to Wanda's patient.
"I'll miss the bruises," she smirked. "Makes him look like a boxer."