This whole goddamn mess was as if designed to make Tony uncomfortable. Religion was one of his blind spots, and it was for just this reason; every church, temple and synagogue had a room full of creeps dressed in drapery mumbling about how horrible the pursuit of pleasure was. He might be bitter, too, if he had the face of a Himalayan and obviously wasn't getting laid. The thing he was most afraid of was Wanda's ever expanding knowledge of whatever was going on here, like she had been more ready for this whole display than she let on. How the hell did she know what they were saying, and when would it occur to her to study up? Somewhere between helping her brother apartment hunt and getting a tan in California?
It all revealed itself to Tony once his eyes adjusted in the lit chamber and he could take in the presented tableau. Like the sphinx, his recognition here was rusty, but it was creaking back to full speed. In the centre of it all, a pair of gold scales, massive and standing taller than the men that flanked it. Men, or beasts, it was difficult to tell anymore. One had the head of a jackal, the other a hawk and both watched Wanda and Iron Man as they entered like the predators they were. Behind it all waited the largest of them all, its alligator jaws dripping hungrily, parted in anticipation of a clearly long awaited meal. These guys didn't get many visitors these days.
The jackal opened its mouth, clearly unimpressed before it even formed the words its lips shouldn't have been able to, but Iron Man interrupted, "Anubis, right? Maybe you can help us out; we're not supposed to be here and those guys back there aren't very friendly. Someone should tell them a little stress relief wouldn't hurt."