Maybe it was luck or maybe it was probability or maybe it was just being the Scarlet Witch, but Wanda teleported into the right place at just the right time. The right place being the missile blast zone and the right time being seconds before the projectile explosives hit their mark. Nick. Tony. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. She didn't let her thought process get any further before her hands were up and her fingers aglow. It was too late to stop the missiles- she only managed to make one deteriorate on its way down- but she could contain the blast. Unfortunately that meant containing it at the impact site and that impact site was the unconscious body of Bruce Banner. The missiles exploded against a domed energy barrier six feet high and not much wider and Wanda kept it there until the blasts were finished and all that remained was a smoking crater. Cautiously she dropped the dome and peered through the smoke. Surely Bruce hadn't survived that. Her next step forward was interrupted by a roar and she barely had time to get an energy shield around herself to protect her body from the hit that sent her hurtling back and slammed her into the side of a car. The Hulk was back. The Hulk was weakened. But the Hulk was angry.