With a quick jerk of his head Clint shifted and spared Wanda a small glance. “He’s not in the house?” He tried to sound sympathetic there. But his tone fell flat. There was nothing left in him at the moment but grief. He kept thinking about just how many people his team had failed. The number seemed so incalculable. Even the soldiers were gone now. Lost to the wind or worse, turned and twisted into those things. It was enough to break anyone’s spirit. What did they expect from him? Hawkeye was out of guidance. He was out of ideas.
“I don’t know where he is Wanda..” Clint turned then to face his post and he hardened his gaze out past the city. Wherever Quicksilver was, hopefully he was doing more good then this waiting around bullshit. “Did you try the girlfriend?”