If Wanda even heard Tony she didn't register it and she didn't put up a fight when he picked her up, only turned her face and closed her eyes against the grimy glow of his RT rather than towards the mysterious light at the end of the stairs. She didn't want to go there, she didn't want to know what this was beating and biting at her mind- but she had to. The sound in her head was unbearable and she wondered how Tony couldn't hear it- feel it- rattling through every inch of her like it was a part of her now. Like she was never going to escape it. Then, abruptly, it stopped.
For that moment of blissful silence Wanda regained her senses long enough to scan the room and to hear Tony's remark. She had to agree- she hated this magic. They couldn't trust anything here, Wanda knew that, and yet she still shook herself from Iron Man's arms and took a tentative step towards one of the food burdened tables beside a burbling fountain. That water looked so good and so cold, she wanted to just drown in it and eat until there was nothing left on that table and then lay down and maybe die. That wouldn't be too bad, not in a place like this, not if it meant the sound was finished forever. Another step, and then another, wobbling and then falling to her knees to take a crystal cup from the table and dip it into the water.
The crystal shattered when it slipped from Wanda's hand; the moment she'd touched it the pounding in her head took up again, like roiling thunder now, tearing her mind to pieces. It was here- she tried to get the words out but she thought she was screaming instead, her hands pressed to either side of her head as she doubled over on the floor- it's here. It's here. It's here. There was something rising from the bed at the end of the room, a pale figure swathed in rust colored bandages.
It lurched to its feet and turned towards them, a gaping maw where a mouth should have been in its dessicated face, two holes for a nose and one eyeless socket. The other held it- a clear green gem- and Wanda lifted her face and fought the noise and pain to clamp her teeth closed on her own howls to focus on it. All this power was radiating from the jewel, filling the undead thing it inhabited, feeding from its host's life force. Once that might have been the man who'd made this place, who'd cast these spells, but now it was just a conduit, a well of magical energy to feed the hungry gem that served it as an eye but now that power source had run out.