If any of the pedestrians watching from the sidewalks or in other cars were injured, Wanda would gladly offer her services to heal them (and, she supposed, she could do the same for any of the guys who'd been shooting at them if it were life or death and she absolutely had to). There were already sirens sounding in the distance, however, so perhaps her healing wouldn't be necessary. The people gawking didn't seem particularly horrified, so maybe Clint was right and it really was terrible over here. Or maybe the people of L.A. were just generally more relaxed. It was rather hard to imagine that local law enforcement had allowed things with thugs to get this out of hand, anyway.
At Clint's suggestion that they seek out answers, Wanda dropped the wall of energy between the car and their enemies and drew it in around herself as she approached the one she'd trapped. He watched her warily and she merely offered a smile as she stopped a few feet away and said, "Hello." She waited a proper amount of time for the man to return a polite greeting of his own and, when he didn't, she shrugged and continued. "Care to explain why you destroyed our car and attacked us and probably ruined the afternoon for everyone on this street?"