Clint had woken up in this miserable place a few days before and had spent most of that time trying to figure out the how and why of it. Of course, there was nothing really to figure out and the archer had found himself merely trying to survive while dealing with the fact that, outside of network posts that occurred every now and then, he had yet to see another living person.

So imagine his surprise at finding someone, a familiar someone, in one of the rooms of the building he'd been sweeping.

"Wanda."

His bow hit the ground as he came to kneel before her, not reaching out just yet but the worry was there--the urge to check her over for injuries a hard one to fight.

"Wanda are you alright?"