It took Wanda a second to even process what Clint was doing and even then it was still horrifying but at least he'd put the poor man out of his misery. God, this place, this world. Pietro's plea was a reminder that there were still live people who were depending on her to keep them from a position where Clint might have to shoot them in the head and so she grit her teeth and closed her eyes.
"Not helping, darling," she hissed at Pietro and took deep even breaths. The things were scrabbling at her shield, she could feel them pressing against the tenuous energy and she knew it was about to break. When it did the group disappeared in a flash and reappeared on a cliff beside the Malibu house. Wanda heaved a sigh and reeled away from the others, trying to stay on her feet, exhausted and relieved but still, she'd got them here.