Wanda pulled her own sunglasses down her nose and gazed at him over their edges, a small smile playing on her lips. She hadn't seen much of Tony lately outside of a working capacity and and a metal suit and she was pleased to find that not only did she actually miss him a little, but that he did not seem at all unhappy to see her. She was worried that the rest of the team blamed her for the antics of her latest "son" since she was providing lodging to his twin. However, no one had said a word about it and Wanda supposed as long as she wasn't offering to take this one in they couldn't fault her.
"Oh, I'm sure it's perfect," she said dismissively of Tony's comment about her room. It didn't really matter if it was or not; what mattered was the sun and the heat and the almost-empty mojito balanced on the deck chair's arm rest and Tony's hand on her knee. All the important things in life. The immediate things. For example, she was going to immediately need a fresh mojito and she leaned around Tony to lock eyes with the bartender, point at him, hold up her glass, and crook her finger.
When the bartender nodded in understanding she turned her full attention back to Tony, removing her sunglasses and giving his face a careful and disapproving examination. Well, at least his beard seemed to be growing back. And then she couldn't resist it. Wanda leaned forward and slid a hand behind his neck then pressed her cheek to his to rub her face against his stubble. Molestation of his jawline complete she placed a kiss on his cheek and sat back again with a look that clearly said his shorn face was forgiven by virtue of its bristles.