Is Wanda leading? God help us all if she is. She has never been one to know where to go, often following Natasha's husky voice in her ear or Steve's unwavering commands to go right, left, back around, up in the air, and now somersault all the way down to the ground. She's most comfortable when given instructions to follow.

But there are no instructions, so Wanda heeds her gut instead. It's never led her astray, even if it's encouraged her to stumble into messes.

Is this a mess? It might be a mess. But Wanda knows she can't ignore the fact that a rift needs to be closed and she has the means to help.

Understanding immediately that this woman's gifted her trust by keeping her on her blind side, Wanda ensures that she smacks thick, dangerous stones from the ground in front of them if it leads to tripping. The statues loom overhead; the green fires flicker, but none of them spills out into a raging booby trap like they would for Indiana. She ensures that she remains loud so she knows where she is.

She pants. "Is that all I need to know?" Natasha would never have run into this without knowing everything first. Steve would. What would Wanda do? Read the minds of those around her. But how can she lay low if she does that?

Running isn't flying; her feet hit the pavement with loud thuds, and she's certain she'll pull a muscle in a matter of minutes.