Wanda was anxious at the prospect of being anywhere near the suit, but she wouldn't be an Avenger if she didn't at least try to help. She wasn't going to fight it; she couldn't bring herself to do that. However, there might still be people alive in that building and she was well equipped for rescue. Usually. Her powers had been so freakish lately that there was no telling what she could and couldn't do. Healing Pietro completely was on the list of what she couldn't do at the moment and consequently he was still in the Avengers medical ward. She'd blamed it on exhaustion and hoped he wasn't upset at her; Wanda figured she was upset enough at herself for both of them. As for the predicament with the suit, she'd yet to tell anyone it was her fault but feared that her involvement was rather obvious. Well, she still wouldn't tell and today she would be a hero. It was with a silent prayer and a deep breath, though her confident expression did not belie her apprehension, when the jet was landed and she made her way towards the building. Firemen waved her off but once she was recognized they relented and she threw shields of energy around she and Clint before barreling into the burning wreckage.