Somehow Wanda hadn't expected to see him. Why should he come after she'd managed another creepy mishap with the kind of occult stuff he'd hated that ended, the last time she'd seen him with the demon inside her trying to tear him to pieces and eat him. Wanda wouldn't have blamed him if he didn't want to come anywhere near her, honestly. Feeling ashamed, she glanced at him briefly, and then turned her focus to the card in her lap so that she didn't have to show him her guilty expression. The message and doodles caught her off guard and she laughed, surprised. The sound and the smile that broke over her face seemed foreign to her, it had been so long since she'd genuinely wanted to smile. Some of her tension broke as she chuckled quietly, fingers pressed to her face, so relieved to be able to laugh at anything that she nearly cried.
When she finally looked up at him her eyes were wet but she was smiling, grateful. "Thanks for this," Wanda held up the card, "I needed it." She gave it a place of honor it on her bedside table with a small amused shake of her head. Tony's question got a wry answer, "Who would really want to go back into my room?" But it was the truth. Wanda didn't expect anyone to be fetching anything for her from there.
Her smile fell as she admitted, "I don't think I'll be able to live there again after this." Oh well, there was plenty of time to think about finding a new place; a doctor told her she would be in here for a while. Eventually, she'd simply blocked out the details of the extent of her injuries when the list became too long, but the point was she was alive so that was something. That, she'd been told, was what she needed to keep her focus on. "But at least I'm still here to find a new place to live, so I'll worry about that later," she said and tried to smile again, as much for her own benefit as his.