There was probably no right way to cope with a possession scenario, but as long as they were in the hospital, Tony realized once he was standing there, there were certain expected functions that could likely be applied. Still, a trip to the gift shop wasn't yielding anything that seemed particularly appropriate, not when Tony perused the adorable teddies and could only grimly imagine that demon tearing the heads off gleefully. Maybe coming at all was a terrible idea; after all, it wasn't like he had been there for her before the bad thing happened, and he certainly wasn't going to be any help now. Tony settled on a card.
The staff didn't seem enthusiastic about having another visitor for Wanda, not when everyone else that visited was so flagrantly weird and disruptive, but Iron Man stomping through the halls wasn't a rare sight around here and with his helmet off he could flash a few smiles and put enough key people at ease that maybe the next visit wouldn't be met with such distaste. There, see, he helped a little bit, maybe he wasn't so bad at this after all. "Shit, is this the right room?" he balked as he invited himself in with barely a rap to her doorframe, lip raised at the sight of Wanda all pale and weird in that bed. He didn't miss a step, though, as he came to drop onto the edge of her bed, depositing the card on her stomach for her to peruse at her leisure. "You're a disaster," he let her know, as though that wasn't clear enough already. "Didn't anyone bring you your stuff yet?" As though a little makeup could fix how miserable she looked. It was far less shocking than her appearance the last time Tony had seen her, though, which to him meant she must have been on a solid track to full recovery. Just in case, though, he gave a prod and tug at her blankets, to make sure they hadn't had to leave any limbs behind.