She laughed and mulled it over for a moment before shooting Wicked a conspiratorial sort of look. It had really been far more 'exciting' than she was making it out to be, and probably even a little irrational. Exciting and irrational enough to get her into hot water for it, anyway, and have people she cared about treating her like some kind of monster. Maybe Wicked wouldn't condemn Wanda for this, maybe she'd even appreciate it. "Sorry," she told her, "If it's any consolation Clint stole his helmet. And we blew up the house." She said it as nonchalantly as she could, already amused at the reaction she expected from Wicked. The girl was full of surprises. She was starting to understand, maybe just a little late, what exactly it was Pietro saw in her.