As Iron Man hit the sand on his knees, his armor gave another angry spark out of the corner of his eye and he flinched as the scarab that had hitched a ride from the pyramid was knocked back, onto the sand where its iridescent shell disintegrated into countless particles and was blow away to become part of the endless landscape. Lip still raised in distaste, Tony carefully opened his hand to pluck the tiny treasure from his fistful of sand. He held it up to his eye, before first breath of sunlight, its glow brighter than the pink blush and a constant prime green. It was smaller than a marble but as flawlessly round, not cut like-- "You called it a 'gem'. Why'd you do that?" Iron Man asked, his voice hollow in the dark suit. That was exactly what it was, but Wanda shouldn't have known that-- not on sight, not by hearsay, not any way. Not unless it told her while it was calling to her. Iron Man didn't move, still staring at his puzzle, while Tony studied Wanda in the sand closely. The last thing anyone needed was the Scarlet Witch holding the power and influence of an Infinity Gem-- and the five more of them lit up on the map right in her little sanctuary. That was Nick's unfinished project, primed to cause the unwitting benefactor boatloads of shit. Tony was way too fucking tired for this.
Before he got his answer, a familiar high whine cut through the gentle sigh of the wind. Iron Man turned to spot the wormhole cutting through the air behind him as if on cue, rewarding the treasure hunters for a job well done. God, he hoped it was a reward and not another puzzle. He needed his lab, he needed a drink, he needed to put his RT in properly to juice up the suit and he needed a small, dark hole to bury this little trinket in until he figured out what to do.