Pietro cleared the way through the building, finding few left alive that he could help, though there had been a few that had begged for death. When he darted back out a cheek was smeared with blood, and his hair tinged pink on one side, looking paler than usual.
He stooped by Clint, giving his cheek a light smack, brow creased with what might have been concern. "Come on. Now's not the time, Barton. Keep your head," he muttered, holding his gaze, and whisking his away to higher ground.
He ran back, and moments later appeared before Wanda with a child under either arm.
"Got them," he said, sounding almost short of breath.