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Hopefully to the doctor's relief, help had arrived - and that help arrived in the form of the Scarlet Witch, who had been nearby doing some shopping. The distress invaded her mind, the pain - It was a sudden thunderclap, vision tilted off its axis, a charcoal fire. Loss. She recognized the signature as well, of whom it belonged to.
Red tendrils of energy sparked around her, lifting her in a crimson mist and pushed from her hands - she used the blast to propel herself, effectively levitating and leaping in great strides (it was difficult still to think of it as flying) to where Clint was standing off against Dr. Strange. And she landed in between them, shielding the doctor from the arrow's trajectory - he hadn't fired yet, so hopefully Hawkeye would lower his weapon.
Her hand outstretched as if reaching for contact, eyes glowing a dull red. "Clint," she spoke quietly, calmly. It took her a moment to get a read on the situation. "Stop, please. You've lost your family - " That was said for the benefit of Stephen, but Wanda didn't want to go too deeply - she knew how Clint was about people, things, in his head. "But it was not the doctor's fault."