"I didn't say a word," Wanda said and raised her hands in a shrug. If he didn't know better he might have thought that was amusement on her face, but how could she be amused by the dangerous situation they'd got themselves into? Wanda turned away to hide a smile. Maybe it was adrenaline from fear, but the ludicrousness of the situation was laughable. There was no scenario in all the universe that she could envision pretending Tony Stark was her husband. She supposed, then, that was why it was happening in the Microverse. Not that she hadn't come around, grudgingly, to Stark but they were far from friends and even further from remotely convincing lovers. Somehow the Council, bought it, though and that was good enough for now.
Admittedly it had been very quick thinking on his part. Wanda wasn't the reason they were here, but the little accident in the town's square was definitely the reason the townspeople were prepared to literally burn her at a stake. It was positively medieval. After a beat of silence she turned back to him and offered something else she never would have expected from herself; an apology for Stark. "I am sorry about this." Which was the best she could offer since, if she'd been able to magic them away she would've done so the moment they'd been dragged in front of the Council demanding her execution.