What surprised Wanda most wasn't that Clint agreed to go along with what was probably insanity without even being asked, what surprised her was the fact that he actually had plastic arrows. Plastic arrows. When could he possibly need them unless he suspected he was going up against Magneto one day, in which case he was zealously overprepared. The boyscout of archers. Clearly, he really did have an arrow for everything. Somewhat dazed and now lost without the argument she'd thought was inevitable, Wanda followed him down to his locker and waited just outside the door while he got his suit on, politely averting her eyes save for maybe one quick peek at his backside because she was never one to waste a golden opportunity. When he was ready she actually managed to crack a smile in return to the one he offered her and couldn't help but laugh at the lame joke. "Genosha's lovely this time of year," she agreed, conversationally, as if they were simply going on a vacation together and not appearing in the middle of enemy territory on a possible suicide mission against one of the most dangerous mutants in the world. The plan had changed, she had an ally, and that fact was a strange relief. She could afford to be just a little blithe about it now.
"All right, so, I don't know what security's like right now," she said, tone becoming businesslike in the face of the task at hand. "But I do know where it's weakest, I know all the back ways to the cells where my father's likely got Pietro and I can teleport us to the island. If you trust me to." It was a very long distance with all the same risks that had kept her from teleporting the West Coast Avengers back to New York. Two of them would make the task easier and Wanda's powers were somewhat less strained, but that didn't account for any undead situation they might find themselves in. Still, Wanda was fueled by this strange confidence borne of her need to get to Pietro and with it came a certainty that she could do this. That they could do this.