After only a few minutes that felt like hours, she gave a sudden shuddering breath and began gasping, sucking in sweet oxygen even as she was wracked with coughs. Moments later, Wanda's pale blue eyes flickered up to hold Clint's darker gaze. She tried to speak but her lips were cracked and her voice . Instead she reached out until she found his hand and clutched it and hoped that her gratitude was conveyed in her look.
When the paramedics finally made their way over she dropped Clint's hand and shifted her stare to the sky while they strapped a breathing mask over her mouth. Wanda wondered why she was still alive. It almost seemed unfair- at least death would have meant an escape from the strange hell living had become lately. At least Clint survived, that was some comfort. She wasn't a murderer again. And, she supposed, Barton really was a hero. She wasn't going to doubt a human's abilities ever again.
Wanda waved off the paramedics when she could breathe again and they retreated with dubious glances but not before leaving them both with water bottles. The Scarlet Witch hauled herself into a kneeling position and downed her water, reviving considerably. She tossed the bottle aside when it was empty and bent her head, coughing a little, then finally glanced up at Clint.
"Thank you," she said in a rough whisper. She did not add an apology though at the thought of it her face, already reddened under a layer of ash, flushed further. Shamed and embarrassed she found now that she could not look at him. "You should go fight the suit," she suggested, her voice still low and rasping from the smoke.