It was time to go. It was getting late, Wanda was going to get drunk if she kept residence at the bar, and she'd done her duty and made sure Nick saw that she was there. She was on her way out when she heard a familiar voice and paused to see Tony standing with a group of people. She watched him silently and chewed her lip, wondering whether it was worth it to say anything. She hadn't heard a word from him and he'd not only profaned her bedroom and disappointed her but he'd walked out on what amounted to one of the weakest moments she'd ever had. She wasn't exactly pleased with him. However, she did feel a little better since she and Pietro made up and thought that maybe if she knew things were all right with Tony, she could get out of this weird emotional place and move forward. As though it were a sign Tony was suddenly alone, abandoned by his conversation partners, and she walked forward to lightly brush his shoulder and say a quiet, "Hello."