Yes, I'll-" Wanda began, but got no further before she realized that the door wasn't opening. It was possible that Tony just didn't understand how it worked, but more likely that they'd been locked in. She frowned and moved up beside him to press at panels or even try to find the door seam. There was nothing. Their futile attempts went on for a few minutes when a knock sounded outside that room that sent Wanda scurrying behind her "husband" as the door slid open and the head of the Council strode in. He stared at them with an imperious frown for a long moment before gesturing to a trio of uniformed people behind them. Eyes on the floor they bustled in to deposit boxes on the bed and then retreated quickly to await their next command.
Eventually he leveled his gaze at Tony's and spoke. "I hope you and your wife will dine with my family tonight." The way he'd diverted a disgusted glance at Wanda, the sneer in his voice, made her grasp one of Tony's hands reflexively, like she expected the man might try to drag her out and burn her at any moment. If nothing else, his sudden appearance after Tony tried to leave confirmed her paranoia that they were being watched and that they were probably more prisoners than guests here.