Pietro tugged Wanda along, eyes wide. His instinct was pushing him to simply grab her and make a run for it, swing back for the others, and figure out what to do after that. But there were all these civilians. He winced as he saw a man get his throat ripped out, and let go of Wanda long enough to rush through the fray to collect Clint.
"Thought you had an arrow for everything," he muttered, breathing heavily.