If Clint noticed Wanda’s odd behavior he didn’t comment on it. Sometimes in a crisis it was best to be silent and keep one’s thought secluded. That was what his training taught him at least. When the Quinjet landed and the pair tumbled out, Clint watched Wanda perform her sorcery while he peeled the ship for some medical supplies in case any of the building’s occupants were injured. It seemed the Superhero thing to do.
He followed her inside the inferno and felt a thankful string of guilt at the safety provided by her magical shields. Maybe she wasn’t so useless after all? He knew this whole mess had something to do with Tony fucking up, but didn’t much more about why. Regardless he was an Avenger, and they took care of their own. They’d clean up this mess and save a few lives while they were at it. As the two ventured further into the building, they went to work and started gathering as many people to safety as possible. “Some mess, huh?”