Grinning and flushed, beaming and radiant, Wanda stared up at him and quirked an eyebrow. "Things not interrupted by Nick Fury," she replied to his cheeky question and laughed for the first time in days.
Wanda drew his lips to hers once more and continued to kiss him with reckless abandon, joyous at the sheer act of it and glad that it was him she was kissing. She was thankful that she was alive and that her nightmares were not reality and just to connect with someone on any level, even purely physical, was inexpressibly beautiful after the soul shattering loneliness of her own mind. Wanda needed the solace and the warmth of another simply to survive and so with unadulterated appetite she was glutting herself on Tony's heat and holding captive his touch.
Mumbling his name against his lips after a several long heated moments she finally wrenched herself away because she had to speak, she had to say, "Thank you." She could not even begin to explain how much better she felt solely because he existed and he had these lips she could kiss and he'd returned those silly little pieces of metal and gemstones. "So much, I, I am completely stupid and you just. Come through, all the time, Tony, thank you," Wanda babbled and then gave another breathless laugh.