She nodded while he spoke, he was echoing what she'd been thinking for ages. It wasn't like she didn't feel guilty about it, too. Wanda still felt responsible for a lot of the deaths back at the refugee center, if she hadn't kept her barrier up so long- Wanda shook her head to clear it and focus on what Clint was saying. Dwelling on their failures wasn't going to help. Neither was worrying about the end of the world, but Wanda sure was doing a lot of that lately.
"Hypothetically, let's say we were able to forage for food, even then we'd still have to wonder how much power we'd have left. I know Tony-" she paused and frowned at his name, "Probably set up the generators to run for a long time, but we're using up so much power just with the house's defenses. If those go down, then it's just us and-" Wanda stopped here and clenched her fists together, her fingernails digging into her palms. She didn't want to think about it, she didn't want to have to face that again. Wanda leaned forward over the edge, her attention captivated again by the grotesque display on the beach. The body they were ripping apart could have been any one of Avengers.