The slam of the door felt like deliberate finality and Tony pressed his back against it, wide-eyed and breath wheezing out of him in a long sigh. At least they had doors, and shelter-structures in this otherwise very distinctly unsettling plane of existence. That it had always been there, right in the backyard, just very, very tiny made it so much worse, and Tony was going to have to confront Hank about it. When they got out of this. "Don't start," he demanded before Wanda could go in on him, too; not while that snarling, bloodthirsty Council was still on the other side of the door. Tony slid down to his haunches, still barring it like he was sure they would break in given the chance. If Wanda had a better idea, by all means, she was welcome to finally use her magic for something that wasn't horrible and get them out of the Microverse. For now, 'Don't burn the witch, that's my witch' was keeping both of them alive, even if it didn't make anyone very happy.