Wanda could have stayed. Safe and hidden. So far, no one of the Brotherhood seemed to be interested in helping with this odd threat. The problem was, she couldn't stay still. She'd tried. Paced, turned off the television so that she didn't even hear of it but she knew. She knew, and that was enough. She wasn't a hero. Far from it, but no matter where her loyalties lie, Wanda could not just sit back and watch. After all, Erik hadn't ordered her to. A direct order she knew she couldn't disobey. He had saved them and for that he had their loyalty. No matter their own opinions and beliefs.
She had taken off for Central Park. She knew from her own experiences that there were many that actually lived in the park. People that fell through the cracks, people forgotten, people most didn't notice. So their deaths, were just deemed less important. Not to her. She wasn't the only one there and stopping short she realized that they were gods. How could she be of any help to gods?
The smoke was dissipating from the tall tower that Thor had created and she concentrated, hands out, fingers splayed, a kind of tingling red magic flared and she muttered something before the heart of the tower simply winked out. Not to be seen as it blinked into being on the moon's surface. "Even you can not possibly protect everyone here."
She gave as a halting explanation of her presence before she landed. Her eyes took in the destruction, the park and she worried for those hidden.