Steve froze too.
His grip on the shield loosened slightly. His gaze darted twice between the spot where the silver-white blur had vanished and the place Bucky had been moved to before he was sure he had seen it right.
Pietro stopped behind the wreckage of a truck. The wind had blown his short silver hair into spikes, and dust clung to his dark blue tracksuit, but his young face held a teenager's boldness and earnestness.
"Stop fighting and look around!"
His clear voice cut through the unbroken wail of sirens and the fading echoes of explosions. "There are seven or eight people trapped in that building! Fire a couple more blasts, and it'll collapse!"
At the same moment, Wanda emerged from the shattered storefront on the corner.
Her long chestnut hair stirred in the evening breeze. Her light brown eyes swept over the wreckage before settling on a row of newsstands that had been knocked down by the shockwave.
A middle-aged woman lay pinned beneath them, crying out. A metal frame trapped half her body, blood ran from her temple, and her voice had grown so hoarse it was almost impossible to hear.
Wanda crouched and reached out with her right hand. A dark red glow gathered at her fingertips, seeping like a thin mist into the gaps between the twisted metal supports.
Drawn by her Chaos Magic, the supports slowly lifted off the woman, as though an invisible hand were pushing them apart from within.
The woman crawled out of the rubble, trembling all over. Her lips quivered, but she could not get a full sentence out. She only clutched Wanda's wrist tightly.
Wanda glanced down at her without a word, then helped her to a stretch of wall that was still standing and sat her down against