The flash of memories before his eyes, of Teddy and how so many things had remained unsaid diminished as Wanda's spell leeched away bits of the pain. It was by no means perfect, but he had had a hand shoved into his body. He took a shuddering breath as his mental state cleared.
Lifting one eyelid, he scanned his current surroundings. He saw Wanda, the girl from the rooftop, and another person that he didn't immediately recognize. They were inside, though Billy didn't know exactly how they had gotten there. Had Ravager carried him? The furnishings were unfamiliar to him, as he had not visited Wanda since she had moved into Stark's mansion, but he was able to determine that it was neither his own house, nor the dorm room.
"Is... he gone?" It seemed so strange a question after it left his lips, but it seemed more important than others, such as if he was going to be alright.
He tried to prop himself up on his elbows, but the exertion proved too much, his own arms unceremoniously giving out from underneath him. He looked from Wanda to Ravager, and then back again.