Oh, Tony was still faulting her. Not necessarily for the attack; that had actually made him a little more sympathetic. The whole mess was obviously either a ridiculously convoluted plan, or there was some truth to what these kids were claiming. It was hard to avoid that, with this new set of twins being such compelling evidence in their simple existence. They were certainly a remarkable coincidence if there wasn't any other explanation for them. Still, the distant, minimal possibility that their story was the truth did not justify coddling any one of them. It was a far more immediate, humongous threat that they were just out for blood. If it took Wanda's to make her and, bogglingly, Nick realize how naive they were being, then it was a harsh lesson well deserved and purely welcomed on their part.
But all that, that was in another state. They were in Las Vegas now, and Wanda was in that adorable bikini, and Tony could put the rift in logic aside as long as she didn't bring it up and try to justify it to him. They weren't on vacation to argue. And to Tony, this vacation just became about doing a lot more of whatever that move was Wanda just pulled. His lips were still pressed into a kind of surprised pout by the time she settled back into her seat, like he did not believe that had ended so quickly, and his hand on her knee shifted just a fraction for his fingers to stroke up the soft skin at the back of it.
"You know, that day in Malibu, in your room, you know," he started, other hand drifting up to just touch his lip then curl away to press against his chest, imploring. "I wouldn't have left if it wasn't a life or death situation." As much as they didn't see eye-to-eye on the Children From Another Dimension issue, he was certain there were others they could come to a comfortable compromise on.