Relieved and exhausted Wanda watched the sorcerer hit her shield and slid to the floor, her adrenaline rush draining away with it. Her mind was blissfully clear of noise and though a headache clung on, it was still more bearable than that monster jack hammering in her brain. Without its conduit, the gem was harmless. The creature's yoke over her powers was gone, too, but the sheer will to live she'd exerted in order to raise her energy against it was slipping. She would've given anything to crawl into a bed and sleep for weeks. Wanda closed her eyes, dropped her barrier, and rose to her feet hoping that maybe now they'd have at least a moment's reprieve. The floor rumbled and bucked- apparently this still wasn't over.
If the power of the gem created all of these illusions then it made sense that the pyramid was just another illusion too, that the whole place would come crashing down with its creator gone. That would have been a great relief if they didn't have to survive this, now, too. With her power level so diminished, Wanda didn't think she'd have the strength to shield herself against an entire building toppling over her and still be able to get out of the rubble afterwards. Probably she could withstand what was coming down if she was going up, but there was no real speed behind her flight ability and she knew she couldn't propel herself upwards fast enough. The Iron Man could, though.
By the second shiver through the room she was already lurching towards Tony, sprawling as the force of it flung her down. Wanda scrambled to her feet again and raised her barrier just in time to save herself from being cracked over the head by a chunk of debris from above. She fell against the Iron Man, threw her arms around his neck and put up an umbrella over them of such concentrated energy that it was opaque, a solid light that pieces the crumbing ceiling shattered against. Her shield would hold if he put all his focus into getting them out of here. "Up," she demanded, "With everything you've got."