There was a metallic grate, sharp then quickly fading, that was Tony's distorted bark of a laugh abruptly ended after the way Cassie spat out mommy. To him, it was the ridiculous way they had taken to each other, the Scarlet Witch so easily taking them in and trying to play the mom that they wanted, but he was quickly reminded that wasn't the full story for Cassie. The Kaplan kid wasn't the only one that didn't seem to want to accept that this wasn't the same Scarlet Witch that imagined him alive, or the same one that killed Scott Lang. Kaplan came here with a hope, and Cassie with a grudge.
"I wouldn't trust her cooking, either," he replied. He didn't want to blame her for that hurt, and he really didn't want to pick at that wound. It wasn't like he was any better at treating Wanda when she didn't do anything to deserve his abuse. "Stilt-Man is not anything to be thankful for, though," he continued, finally moving with a slight shrug and twist of his hand, like he wasn't sure how to continue that thought. He just knew she should have been eating too much and sleeping even more and dreaming of cold turkey for breakfast. His hand curled into a fist and his heart was already in his stomach when he found himself offering, "Are you...hungry?"