Pietro had wanted to leave from the moment things had started to get serious. He wanted to hide them away. He wanted to make sure Wicked was all right. He wanted the reassurance of the other Avengers. Ten thousand conflicting needs, and he couldn't fulfill one of them trapped in Wanda's bubble. The urge to get out, to run, to move- it never left him, and now- as shouting and screaming ran out, he lifted his head to see the barrier fade- it had all been for nothing.
He took off like a shot, scanning for Wanda. She'd be exhausted now, and right when they needed her to be strong. Once he found her he scooped her up, heedless of any protests. "Where's Barton and VanDyne?"