"See you on the other side," he said. I wonder how immediate that will be.

[If a fight is waiting for them on the other side of the door, Wanda's going to be a poor ally. But they have to get out, first of all, and Wanda fixes Peter with a frown and a crease of her brows as she rests a hand on her hip.]

I'm not squeamish, no. I'll give the blood. Just find me something sharp.

[Looks like there's no question on her end as to who will be providing the blood, either.]