James was gone for a few moments. A phone call and an explanation and then some waiting. He'd paced for a while until the other man finally showed up. He tried to ignore the anger, the pain that Tony had caused. Wanda needed help, that's what mattered just then.
There was some talking outside the room and then James came back in, sitting on the bed beside her. "Wanda...I need you to trust me, okay?" He wanted to take her hand and hated that straight jacket for not allowing it.