The only answer Tony had for her was a shrug, because he knew about as much as she did then; what he could see and hear, which was that there was sand and not a whole lot else. But he was working on it, clothes breaking down to rebuild into seamless armor to jump into the air and get a better angle on this predicament. There wasn't even anything to lock on to, just stars in the sky and Wanda below him, and an endless horizon of sand.
Except to the South, where the sky churned and roiled, putting out the new stars and eating up the skyline. Iron Man all but fell out of the air, sending a scattering of sand up around them as he landed to warn, "Sandstorm." He kept his hands up, as though there could possibly be any more for him to say on the subject, only all they were equipped with was this knowledge and about fifty yards to sprint before it caught up with them. And what if the wormhole decided to put in an appearance after they left? Iron Man put his back to the cloud, between it and Wanda, the armor shifting subtly like blown glass as he tried to calculate the wind speed and the most efficient shelter to contain them and keep it out, the wind already throwing sand to sing against the metal.