Wanda watched the range of emotion flickering at lightspeed over her brother's face with the practised eye of the one person who'd loved him his entire life. She could guess what was going through his head but she didn't have time now to tell him everything. There would be time later to reassure him, tell him that the Avengers were alive and that the mansion was empty, she'd made sure of that, and that the childhood home where they'd been abused and tortured didn't matter. What mattered was Pietro, alive, and with Wanda, because she wasn't going to make it through any of this without him. Wanda said none of what she was thinking and instead nodded at Clint and then met Pietro's gaze with apology as she reached out glowing hands for both of them. Several minutes and stops later they were back in New York, standing in the yard of the Raft.