"Jesus," she muttered and felt like she was going to be sick. She wasn't usually this squeamish- she'd seen a lot of wounds and this wasn't the first she'd seen on Tony- but there was something about the way he tore back the armor, wet with blood, how the wound looked somehow worse under the red garish light of her magic. Attacking the crocodile had been a stupid move, had likely only opened up the hole again. Tony might have had the power to heal himself eventually but eventually wasn't the kind of time they had, Wanda needed to do it now. She also needed more light.
"I'm not leaving you," she told him, her voice hushed as she rose to her feet and lifted her hand again, surging the energy brighter to dispel the murky nothing surrounding them. There was a whole lot of nothing, just a big empty room, no larger than a chamber so deep in the base of the pyramid should have been. Certainly nothing like the room they'd walked into with its deities and monster and scales- all of which there seemed to be no trace of. Wanda felt a spark of anger; what kind of horrible person could have created such a powerful and dangerous illusion? It was deeply dark magic and it was an affront, even to her.
The light of her power revealed strange markings chalked all along the floor and she could feel a residual power emanating from them but she ignored it for now, taking a few more steps into the darkness in search of something- yes, a reflection in the corner. Another pool of oil. She shot a bolt and lit it and within moments the room was lit up by flames roaring in the four corners of the room and in the rivulets of oil that connected them. Wanda turned and went back down to her knees next to Tony, smearing one of the chalked runes on the floor when her fingers landed in a small pool of Tony's blood. She ignored that, too.
"I'm going to heal this," she told him as she reached out and lifted the face plate on his helmet. She was expecting a protest of some kind, but she knew by the color of his face and the blood seeping out of his chest that he wasn't going to be able to put up much of a fight. They were going to need him to put up a fight to get through this place and so she leaned over him to make him look her in the face while she reached down to gradually straighten his lopsided RT. "Trust me with this, you have before, just let me help so we can leave. If you let me, we can find a way out." He really didn't have much of a choice and he didn't even seem to be in a condition to answer. If Tony really took offense, they could argue later when he was good and alive and not bleeding out on the spelled floor of an Egyptian pyramid.
Fingers slick with blood and radiating energy traced along the edges of his transplant, sealing the skin and closing up the wound. God she hoped his body was doing everything it needed to do on the inside or this wouldn't help a damned thing. Whatever it was they'd come in here for, it had better have been worth all of this. Wanda didn't know how it possibly could be.