She was met with a grin against her lips, Tony's night only successful when he had given a pretty girl a well-deserved ego boost (for a start, at least) and Wanda, he felt, had many years of the opposite to make up for. Pietro, he found, was somewhat more difficult to compliment-- one ran the risk of encouraging him to open his mouth. Less conversational attention was better for both of them.
He expected to do a bit more mingling before his night was fully successful, but Tony wasn't going to complain about his stroke of luck. To her question, he only dissuaded, "Mm-mm," his hand dropping to the mattress and his neck craning, pulling her back down to meet him with fingers that skipped up her side and over her shoulder into her hair. She had done more than enough to heal him, she didn't need to be troubled with his run-in with Hawkeye, too. That, he could sort out without her.