Wanda wasn't the fighter. Battles with the Brotherhood were planned out, you simply followed orders. Magneto had things planned, everyone in their place and she was used for small things, a single spell, or smaller blasts as they exited. This was an all out fight and was quickly exhausting her. Pietro wasn't happy with her, but he was helping. She graced him with a smile and quickly thanked him, "Gestena, prala."
She had heard the speech so many times, that there were no innocent humans, that you could not help but have casualties and that they were not important. She couldnt' help but not believe it. She knew what it was to be on the run, to be unaccepted by the majority. Even when she had her family, they were always outsiders. The people here, that Pietro was trying to get out, they were outsiders in their own species, in their own city. They did not deserve to die because no one cared if they lived.
A little surprised that Thor was helping her instead of taking off, letting her cover. More surprised that he was addressing her. Wanda wasn't completely sure what to say, 'you're welcome' never even occurred to her. "I, don't want anyone hurt. No matter their species."
Lowering her hands, sweat had begun to stand out on her brow and along her shoulders, but they were falling back. She wasn't sure how this was a bad sign, shouldn't it be good? His next exclamation had her turning in air. ""Barrier? Something is keeping them here?"