"I don't like this," Wanda murmured to herself, standing by a window (that her brother had told her a thousand times to get away from) and peering out at the carnage and chaos below. Hiding was best, that was what they'd decided, because Wanda knew she didn't want to kill anyone and knew that if they were out there she'd have to. But now, relatively safe, she felt sick about it. "We could be helping people," she said to Pietro, and finally moved away from the window. They could be helping people, especially with the kind of abilities they had. But then, they could also die.