Wanda didn't know where she was. More to the point, she didn't know where Pietro was and that was upsetting for her more than she wanted to admit. She'd been sitting on a couch in the rec room with him, her feet on his lap as she read a book and he watched television. Well, watched was a bit of an abstract description for what it was that he did: he had flicked through channels quickly and impatiently waiting to find something that he wanted to watch. Then suddenly she was sitting one the floor here, in this strange place where the area itself was... empty. There was a distinct lack of minds as she cast out with her powers which made a surge of panic ripple through her.
Where was she?
About to call out, a low rumbling sound from behind her startled her, following by a loud roar that had her scrambling to her feet and running for the treeline that was nearby. If something could make a noise like that, Wanda didn't want to be anywhere near it, especially when she couldn't see what it was.
As she approached the treeline, she sensed another mind but she was too worried about getting behind cover to reach out to fully understand who it was. She hoped one day she'd be able to identify minds by just casting out but she wasn't familiar enough with the other Avengers and associates to do that just yet.
She needed to find Pietro as a matter of urgency, but first, that other person.
Crossing into the shelter of the trees, another ear splitting roar pierced the air and Wanda felt that fear spike through her again. She looked around cautiously, trying to locate the other mind, approaching carefully just in case the other mind wasn't... safe. Though as she approached, she carefully called out, "Agent Hill," even as she felt a surge of relief ripple through her. "Agent Hill, where are we?"