The decent down from the tree ledge was yet another uncomfortable moment for Clint. He tried to avoid looking at Wanda mostly to keep from throwing up again. God, she had really fucked him back there. Turned hocus pocus on her own team mate. Barton knew she had her reason for doing it, and that they were entirely justified ones, but that didn't help the lump in his throat. At least the bug was down. They could all be thankful for that.
As the two heroes approached the crime scene, Clint paused to leer at their defeated foe. Wanda began filling him in on what magical juice she had left. Something about teleporting them back so that Clint could alert the powers that be on the situation. Sounded well and good enough. He stood silently and gave a thoughtful nod. "The kid going to make it?"