"I'm fine," he answered reflexively, and then rubbed at his chest. "I mean, not...fine, but...you know. I'm still....digesting." Looking up, there was a long pause, and his voice broke slightly when he spoke, "Did you...really believe I'd leave you like that? That was the one thing...I never understood. I thought I left because I wanted to, but...I never would have left without talking to you." If Wanda left...he felt certain he'd go after her. Why had no one come for him? There was the brief visit from Tony, but even that wasn't exactly a rescue mission so much as checking in on him.