Pietro's guilt aside, there was no point in his leaving now, not when Clint had already gone. Wanda frowned after him, not understanding what exactly she'd done wrong but knowing he wasn't happy. When the door closed her shoulders slumped a little and she shrugged to herself then turned back to Pietro and smiled again with an effort. "Don't worry about it, darling. You're never in the way with me." That he might be in Clint's way went unspoken but Wanda could deal with that later.
With one last regretful look towards the front door she took Pietro's hands again and turned towards him, tucking her legs underneath herself and staring at him expectantly. Time for the details. "So, when are you proposing to her? If you're telling me now, I guess it's soon?"