Wanda was standing close to Clint's side when he rose to his feet.

She hated this, all of it, and it was only made worse by Peitro's recent disappearance. She knew what it felt like to lose control, when emotions were running so high that it was impossible to think clearly. She had wanted to kill Ultron and she would have done anything to make that possible. In the end she had ripped his heart out, wanting him to feel the pain that she was feeling. Having innocent bystanders between her and her goal wouldn't have mattered. Wanda didn't want to believe that she was capable of such darkness but she couldn't ignore it.

She reached for her abilities feeling the energy crackle beneath her fingertips. Wanda's eyes narrowed harshly at Graves. There was something about him, an aura that didn't sit right with her. She wasn't going to start a fight but she was there to back Clint up.

Wanda was just as pissed as Clint was. She hated people like Grave's, he looked so controlled and composed. Did he even hear what he was saying? This could have been prevented, they could have protect Credence. Wanda didn't know the boy but it didn't matter. It was easy for her to sympathize with him.

"Why does he feel like this?" The question was directed towards Grave's. "Something set off the pain." She wanted to yell at Grave's to fix it.