"I highly doubt everyone in the whole city everywhere has been completely taken care of," she argued, petulant and insistent. "I can still help. I'm fine." She didn't understand why Wicked seemed so concerned, she was obviously alive and fine. This wasn't the first time Magneto had hurt her. Wanda didn't need any more taking care of, it had been an entire week and there were other people the world over who needed help far more than she did.
At Wicked's both of you, she turned her attention to Pietro and took a long look at him, studying his bruises carefully, a frown tugging at the corner of her lips. She didn't even know what had been done to him. What she remembered of the helicarrier was vague and painful and it had all happened so fast. She shouldn't have been surprised at all that their father attacked him, too. Wanda didn't know if it was all from Magneto or from the helicarrier falling or even how they'd lived through that. She hadn't asked Fury that part, only if the Helicarrier had fallen (really, how would it have not? They'd all been so unprepared and helpless in their metal sky boat) and whether the Avengers had survived. When she woke up, that had been enough, but now she had so many other questions.
"Him?" she asked for confirmation and gestured for Pietro to lean forward so she could heal his bruises.