Wanda had to take a two-step to stabilize herself after they just...teleported God-knows how far. One hand pressed against her temple as she blinked away a bout of disorientation. "I don't understand," she began to say, wondering why they were at a house, of all places. What Avenger would simply play house while the world went to hell in their absence?
A voice came from behind the door, one she recognized. Wanda could feel his mind and it was utterly familiar. No one else had that strange duality, the constant bubbling rage that lurked just beneath the surface of the consciousness. She didn't know him very well beyond that since he had disappeared after the battle with Ultron. "Bruce," she managed to say, "it's, um, it's me, Wanda."
On the positive side, it did seem opportune that one of the Avengers brought here with her was one of the ones with the most scientific knowledge. Surely, she dared to hope, if anyone could get them home it was him. Right?