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The moment he touched her ankle, Wanda knew instinctively which Tony this was. Not because of any bond between them, but because of the familiar thrum of the jewel clutched in this hand. There was no headache or petulant insistence now; it simply hummed happily, as content to be home in its own universe as the man who'd brought it back. She resisted the urge to take the gem; and knelt to Tony's level instead. She lifted gist chin and looked him over, but beyond obvious exhaustion nothing seemed amiss. Which didn't mean that everything was fine.
"He isn't here," Wanda told Tony before he could ask, and got a shoulder under his arm to haul him to his feet and get him over to the couch. She suspected that would be the first question had and that the answer wasn't what he'd want to hear, but it was best to get it out of the way. There was no use trying to get anything from him. Asking Tony about his journey would, she knew, be pointless until he'd got whatever information he wanted first. Tony was practically a machine, an infuriating machine, and you had to input data if you wanted any useful output. "He stayed a while," she continued, "But then he left to-" Wanda gestured vaguely, how else could she describe it? "Be you."