Tony's voice is muffled by the ringing in his ears as he frantically tries to cast something, anything, even the simplest of spells. Panic grips him more with each failed cast. He feels like he's falling and floating and sinking all at the same time.

Then his bonded puts a gentle hand on his and reality comes back into focus. His fingers curl around the man's hand, holding on to it like a lifeline.

"I-I don't know." He closes his eyes and tries to focus on the warmth from Tony's hand.
"Roof. If we call Heimdall we should go to the roof." No sense tearing up the living room.