When Cap pushed Clint that was Wicked's cue. She was mad at them,all of them, including the one on that dammed island. For not noticing he’d left, for arguing and not doing anything, for flirting with her while Pietro hadn’t been heard from, for not only getting themselves in this situation but breaking her heart in the process. Yes it looked like the world was falling apart but she thought at least the Avengers could handle their shit! And now they were going to waste time jumping down each other’s throats and fighting? They screwed up, they should fix it! And while Clint argued over what was the right thing to do as a team all Wicked cared about was that Pietro was her home and she was losing her home…again. To hell with them all. She wasn’t an Avenger, she could be as selfish as she wanted and no one was going to tell her different.
She gave one last glance to Tony to see if he had anything but only got angrier. A grotesque blue spirit emerged from the ground and hovered behind her as she headed for the stairs. “Motherfuckers,” it said in unison with its mistress.