His words were like a hammer cracking relentlessly on her mask of cool confidence and self righteous wrath. It was her fault, somehow, because apparently she'd given the impression that- what? That he was someone worth crying over. Unfortunately, Wanda realized, he was, and she tried to vocalize her reasoning behind this in a voice that clung to the last vestiges of her anger. "I guess I'm an idiot, I just thought...I thought we were-" the last word caught in her throat and in that instant all the fire and passion of her rage died out. She felt tears stinging her eyes. Wanda stifled a sudden sob as she finished, "Friends."
She ducked her head to hide her expression of raw anguish. It was true, she had thought they were, at the very least, friends. That was really all she'd wanted, all she'd needed, and Tony had played the part so well. He'd seen the worst of her, after all, and he'd still seemed to want to be around her. Didn't that constitute some sort of strange friendship? What about everything they'd been through? Genosha and the helicarrier and New Orleans. What about Malibu when they'd actually slept together and he'd kissed tears from her face and what about the dancing and what about that amazing trip to Guatemala? Apparently none of it meant anything. He'd fooled her into believing that it had. Now his words and his behavior showed that very obviously he didn't want her friendship. He was trying to be "unaffected" by her. He didn't want to make things better. That she'd had some faint hope of reconciliation, a hope that maybe it was just a misunderstanding, made the blow all the more difficult to bear. For someone who wasn't worth crying over, he'd certainly made her cry a lot lately.