Suddenly this seemed very real, horribly real, and the proceedings happened for her in slow motion. Wanda lurched forward, too slow, to stop it or catch him or do anything but move like she was going through quicksand to hit the floor on her knees beside Tony and press her hands uselessly to either side of that bloody gaping hole. What the hell had happened, why did he say yes? Wanda lifted her face to shout ineffectually at the Jackal headed god placing Tony's heart- all those wires and that implant still attached- onto one side of the scale while his Hawk faced companion put a feather on the other.
"Stop, stop, give it back! Just give it back!" she shrieked, but her cries fell on deaf ears, the gods of the afterlife carried on, taking their sweet time, watching as the plate holding the heart unsurprisingly dipped lower than the feather. They would have bigger problems but Wanda wasn't thinking of that now. What was she supposed to do? What could she do? Even if she healed the wound he had no heart. He was going to die- no, he should have already been dead but somehow he wasn't- somehow he was still breathing. She had to do something.
Up on their platform with its golden scale, Anubis was carefully lifting Tony's heart back into his hands with a grave expression (for a god damned jackal) while Thoth dutifully scribbled something on a parchment and that big crocodile horror behind them stirred. Wanda took the few steps up in a run, practically knocking over Thoth to get at Anubis. "Give me that, you sonofabitch," she snarled and snatched Tony's still beating heart out of Anubis' fingers then carried it back down, dripping blood, cupped in the palms of her hands. Wanda didn't know anatomy well, she didn't know how it was supposed to go back in, and this wasn't Operation for god's sake. But Tony's body was incredible- obviously, if he was still alive- and it would know what to do. It had to.
Up on the platform the crocodile was turning its head slowly between Thoth and Anubis, questioning, while the gods stood stock still and Wanda laid Tony's heart gently down into his chest with the implant facing out, then rocked back on her heels, anxious. "Come on," she muttered, desperate. "Come on." She was too focused on Tony to notice that bigger problem of theirs taking a step towards the stairs.