Not driven by any such instinct or energy to move so quickly, Iron Man remained where he grappled to his feet while Wanda stumbled ineffectually and held his ground as the blood pooled around his boots. The air quickly became rank between the gore and the smoke and Tony sealed his faceplate shut to filter it out and let him think. It was hard enough between the fire in his chest and the bloodloss. "What about this, does this exist?" he asked, looking around for the seam in the illusion. It felt as real as it had before, and that had been enough to crack his body open, so it might not have mattered if this reality was fabricated or not. What the fabrication was might have helped, though.
The hieroglyphs on the ceiling kept drawing his eye, nagging at his suspension of disbelief. What were they doing up there? Why not on the walls, where they would be read and natural to paint? Iron Man joined Wanda off of the ground, sailing past her to get a better look at the writing. Carving, he realized on closer inspection, every figure a masterful relief and set individually like tiles. "Focus up," he called. The amount of care it took to set these, none of them should have been upside down and misaligned as they appeared to be. The best idea he had to correct this problem was to cut the engines and drop heavily, landing hard enough on the floor to crack stone and make the whole room shake. Usually, that would have been a good cue for a new, strict diet if Pepper had been watching, but in this case Tony was glad to slowly begin to roll forward in the slick slide of blood, the whole room canting and realigning until the blood and oil was mixing together, the ceiling becoming the wall Iron Man faced as he came to kneel in the deep pool of boiling carnage.
Red still seeped from the perforated walls, but in the last flicker of the dying flames Tony turned in time to see the seam in the floor, previously marred by chalk and standing out now where the blood clung to the cracks. "Door!" he announced for Wanda to catch it before the last of the oil slipped to the new floor and they were plunged back into darkness.