"Sphinx isn't really my type, too much hair," she answered, matching Tony's blithe but hushed tone and then remembering she was still supposed to be mad at him. That was difficult when she'd taken the Iron Man's arm and was sticking so close to him. At least they were on speaking terms- she hadn't been sure. Silence fell again and in the narrow dark places Wanda was feeling claustrophobic and wishing for more pools of oil she could light or at least a little more space.
"You can't feel it at all?" she asked him after a few minutes of walking that seemed to only take them further down into that endless darkness. The question was more to break that heavy silence and ease her nervousness at what was coming next than it was to get his answer. She knew his answer. "It's energy," she clarified before he could snap off with something snarky. "A raw power. I thought it was coming from the machine back in the apartment but obviously it's not. It's bad in here, it's getting worse."
That was true, the further in they went the stronger it was and the Sphinx was almost right, it was singing to her, drawing her in. Singing in her head and her blood and her bones in that drone that set her teeth on edge and knotted her up inside. Instinctively she knew that the only way to stop this was to find it. Maybe that was really it telling her that. "It wants to be found."