Pietro would have darted after the man if he hadn't had the children in his arms, once perched on either hip now, and they hid their faces against his chest, shrill screeches hurting his ears as he turned to try and shield them from the sight.
"Faster Wanda," he pleaded. The children had a vice like grip on him, he couldn't put them down if he tried, and he didn't like being in this position of relying on the someone else to get them out of this.