"Ssssorry, can't do it," it answered brightly, glad to enlighten him if it meant delivering bad news. "To get her out there has to be something there in the first place. She has no soul," the demon laughed, gleefully. "There's only a tiny spark left in here, and it's tainted. You wouldn't want it anyway. Or know what to do with it."
It took a jerky and meandering path closer, sizing up the metal man. The demon didn't like this one, it didn't scare easily and it kept its tasty parts hidden behind its armor. "Ssso, you're at an impasse." The other one had at least had flesh, could bleed. This one was getting boring, and the monster was getting hungry. The blood of its host just wasn't all that satisfying a repast. But sometimes you simply had to work with what you had.
Yanking the knife from Wanda's leg, the monster smiled thinly as a spurt of blood crossed the space between them to splash over Iron Man's shiny armor. There was no other invisible resistance or energy field. The situation wasn't so dire; the demon thought it might get to eat after all. It loped towards Tony with sudden speed and landed a punch with enough force to leave a dent where its fist impacted the armor. Its strength was the secret weapon that had left Spider-woman bruised and battered. Scrabbling at the armor, it searched for seams to crack and pry away and get at the flesh and meat and hot blood inside.