A/N: So, lately I've been going on a Marvel spree. I feel rather stupid, but until I watched Infinity Wars I hadn't quite understood that everything was connected. All the Thor movies, Iron Man, latest Spider-Man and even the Guardians of the Galaxy. Because of this revelation I am now re-watching all of the latest movies starting from Iron Man I. I've also just finished watching Deadpool I and II, and they were awesome; I really want Deadpool to meet the Avengers. So, here is a fic where that happens.

Deadpool knows about SHIELD, but doesn't know who the operatives in it are. He also knows about the Avengers, but because he's a lazy fuck, he doesn't really keep up with who's who. The Avengers on the other hand have no clue as to who Deadpool actually is. This is the first time they get the honor of meeting him. Craziness ensues.

Rated M because of Deadpool.

—V—V—

Deadpool Chaos

Deadpool had never seen anything more fucking beautiful. The sky above him was a painting of art. Those light and dark greyish colors, and that depth, man, he could get lost in it. Like the deep sky was calling to him. Calling him up.

"Is this heaven?" he wondered. Even his own voice sounded floaty and, dare he say it, angelic. "I didn't think this moment would ever come."

He laid there a while longer, just letting his body unravel, unwind and get ready for the journey up. For here he comes. With the last of his strength he spread his weak arms, lifting them towards the sky. His mask crinkled as he smiled, admiring the bright light that was growing stronger and stronger before him. "God, I never thought I would get to say this, but beam me up, Scotty!"

"Seriously, do you ever listen to yourself talk?" a female voice disrupted his ongoing process of entering the most holy of kingdoms. Her voice was low and judging, and it was already pulling him fast downwards, away from heaven.

"No, I was so close. Let me go back," he yelled. His eyes trained on the still light and clear sky above him. But the female voice was relentless, talking into this ear and pulling him down. He knew it. Of everything that Satan could have been, he just had to be a female. This was totally unfair. She better not be hot.

"You're mumbling nonsense to yourself. If you're alive, why don't you just be quiet and stay still. I shot you in the head. Gonna need to pull that bullet out."

Deadpool's eyes finally blinked back open into reality. "Bullet," he said. "You shot me?" That just felt insulting. People can't just go around and shot at other people. What if he had died?

"That's what I said. Though, I think it's in too deep. We're gonna have to get you to a doctor."

"Ah, classic that's what she said joke."

"I'm really starting to wish the bullet had killed you."

With the clearing of his vision he came to the realization that his beautiful and artful sky was indeed a cement cracked ceiling. And the strong light that he had thought were the angels ready to pull him up, was indeed a light-bulb that looked one step away from exploding due to too high voltage.

But, man, was Satan beautiful. The angel's chorus could be heard all around as he stared upon her. Never mind the sky. Her beauty could take him to heaven. "You must be the angel here to pick me up. I'm sorry, I mistook you for Satan, but now that i got a closer look at you-"

"I'll put another bullet in you," she said, red eyebrow quirking up and lush lips pressing down into a scowl.

"I can appreciate a strong women."

She just rolled her eyes and pulled him up into a sitting position. Her soft, yet surprisingly strong hands cupped his cheeks. "I usually don't kiss on a first date, but I'll make an exception for you."

Her hands tightened and those gorgeous eyes narrowed in… lust? No, that was definitely anger. "Just turn your head, so I can look at the bullet hole."

Deadpool happily obliged her. This lovely angel had one sanguine glare.

"The bullet's pretty deep in there, you should be dead," she said.

"Should, but am not. Name's Deadpool," he answered, staring fascinated at the red hair that was right in his face. Without thinking he reached out and ran his hand through some strands of it. Not that he got too far, a sharp pain later and his hand was pinned to the floor by a large knife. "Hey! Where you pull that from?"

"No touching. Or the next thing the knife goes through will be something far more intimate."

He raised his hands in surrender, the left still very much skewered by the knife. "No touching, got it. Scout's honor."

"I highly doubt you ever went to the scouts," she said, leaning back on her haunches and light eyes still pinned to where the bullet hole most likely was. "Most people die from this. You don't seem surprised, I take it you're used to this kind of thing happening."

"Absolutely. Got to give the people who like torturing something harder to work with. Can't have torturees dying off too quickly."

The redhead looked pained and shook her head. "Right. Well, back-up's here, so let's get you on your way to a doctor. I know a great one."

"I wish I could hear you, but the angelic chorus is just so loud. It must be your beauty singing," Deadpool said, dazed eyes fast on her form.

"Guess the bullet is stuck in your auditory cortex."

What a lovely song this is, Deadpool though. It was literally music to his ears. His already partially healed hand went up to wave before him as he swayed on the spot to the song.

"What's your name?" he wondered in a singsong voice, finally stilling some to bring his attention back on her; she was busy murmuring into a small microphone in her ear. He could clearly see that. He was deaf due to angelic music not blind.

"Thought you couldn't hear me?"

"Changed my mind."

"You can call me Widow," she answered, going back to clip out some harsh orders before lowering her hand from her ear.

"Oh, I am terribly sorry." Now, he felt like shit. That had been terrible of him to ask. He should have known better.

The widow just looked confused.

"Losing a loved one is hard. I know. Personal experience there. Not a good one."

"It's short for Black Widow. Talking to you feels like I'm dealing with a child."

"Oh, no. You don't want to deal with me as a child. I'm a horrible child. You think I'm bad now, but I had a lot of daddy issues. Some mommy issues, too. But mostly daddy ones. Not a good time in my growth development. I craved attention in the bad kind of way," he said, nodding along to his memory.

"I can't imagine why." The sarcasm in her voice was thick. Deadpool was sure he would not have been able to miss it even if he had been a mile away.

"Hey, that him?" A shout came up from the badly lit up doorway in the horribly cracked concrete room they were in.

"Yeah, his vitals good, but he's got a bullet in his head. I also stabbed him with a knife; the wounds already healed," she replied back, eyes scanning Deadpool in a not too unpleasant kind of way. He could have preened like a cat.

"Damn, you don't go easy on us men, do you, Widow?" a wide shouldered man said as he made his way into the room. A long black bow slung over his shoulder and with what looked like an arrow holster on his hips.

Deadpool was fascinated. Bow and arrow? Seriously, now he felt like he needed to change his fighting style. Guns and swords were clearly outdated. New weaponry would be his new main focus.

"Robin Hood, never thought I would meet you. You're different from what I had expected. You know, less hoody," he said, letting his eyes trail over the man, "and very much like a merc. Just so we're all on the same page here, I don't do good with assassins. I'm not a team player, or I am, their not."

The man's eye roll was even more impressive than the angelic widow's. "Wow, he's like Tony. Just as red and just as annoying. They'll get along fine."

"I feel like you should add, like a house on fire, after that." Deadpool decided to add his two cents to whatever conversation they were clearly trying to have.

The man turned to the women, and wow, did Deadpool feel ignored. "The quinjet is on the roof, if you're ready to go?"

"I'm ready," he said, jumping to his feet; bringing a hand up to bang against his left ear as if trying to shake water out. The buzzy feeling was starting to get annoying. "Where to and what's a queen's jet?"

The walk to the ultra cool looking plane was done in blissful silence. At least in Deadpool's head it was silent because all the things that usually would be tumbling around in there and creating one heck of a ruckus was being spilled out his lips. A bullet in the head couldn't have happened at a more opportune moment. He could barely hear anything, and his brain didn't need to think. Truly a momentous occasion.

The occasional "shut up" that floated passed the loud buzzing was easily ignored by talking louder. So far, he felt that he was really getting along with these two people. Nothing sad "I love you" more than a hand constantly on your weapon ready to guard you if an attack was forthcoming.

A lovely friendship was certainly budding here.

"Did you try knocking him out?" the man who calls himself Hawkeye leaned over to whisper into Widow's ear.

"I shot him in the head. You think I haven't tried knocking him out as well?"

Hawkeye backed up some, hands raising in apology.

"I'm just saying, we might have liked him more if he was unconscious… or mute," Hawkeye said, glancing over at the red dressed man, who gave a small happy wave in return and then started forming a heart sign with his hands. "Definitely unconscious would be best."

Widow followed his eyes as well and sighed. "You think that craziness is from the bullet or was he a lost cause to begin with?"

"I'd love to say it's the bullet, but considering he doesn't seem all that bothered about his predicament, I'd go so far as to say that's just his horrible personality."

"Hey, Widow, I must say you look amazing in those spandex. Almost better than me and that is saying something. I look gorgeous," Deadpool called over their talking as he admired the female assassin.

"You think very highly of yourself," she answered.

"Think? Please, I know. With a body like mine it would be a shame to hide it."

"Yeah, a real shame," Robin Hood said.

Deadpool ignored the sarcasm in the voice and chastised him, "Hey, hey, no looking without paying. Don't be cheap on me."

For Hawkeye and Widow it was a relief to see the quinjet come into view. Deadpool on the other hand stopped and admired it with loud and very obnoxious sentences; traveling more sideways than actually towards the ramp going up into it. Hawkeye finally had enough of the man's nonsense and grabbed ahold of him to physically push him onboard. They strapped him in-with a minimum of comments from the red dressed up man-and took off heading for the newly named Avenger's Tower.

—V—V—

Deadpool was on his absolute best behavior. They were currently on a military jet-how cool wasn't that-heading east at impossible speeds, and the lovely Widow, well, she was staring at him with far too much intensity. "Anymore staring, hun, and I'll blush."

She ignored the comment. "What's with the outfit?"

Deadpool plucked on his tight suit, fingering some tears that had appeared during his last tussle. "So my enemies can't see me bleed," he said, grin wide in place.

"And the face mask? Let me guess, to hide your identity," Black Widow said.

This just amused Deadpool. People always thought he had something to hide, but really the mask wasn't something that important. "It's so my enemies don't run away screaming. Can't have the party end too early. I'd have to go chase them down separately in that case, and I just hate extra work."

Her face scrunched up adorably, and Deadpool was close to doing a small cooing sound but in the end thought better of it. She was still palming the knife in a rather telling matter. And though Deadpool loved some spicy foreplay, with the bullet in his head and the rather rude handcuffs they had put him in he decided not to push it too far. Too definitely being a key-word in there.

"What you just have an ugly mug or something?" Robin Hood yelled from the front of the plane.

"Something like that," Deadpool said, contemplating whether to lift the face-mask or not. He decided against it, rather not scare the ladies.

Deadpool turned to look out the small window to his right but saw nothing but clouds. "So, doctor?"

The lady nodded.

"Then I'm free to go?" he wondered. Things usually weren't that easy, but these people hadn't actually done him any harm. He'd accidentally dropped down before the lovely redhead and gotten an asswhoping of a lifetime. He'd enjoyed that. The angelic choir had been nice also.

"We have some questions for you."

"Don't we all," he said happily. "Well, ask away." He twirled his finger in her direction in a go on with it kind of gesture.

She just leaned back and continued with her intense staring. "I want the bullet out of your head before we begin… questioning you."

"Oh." Deadpool liked the thought of that. "If you wanted your hands on me, you could've just asked."

"I'll be the one putting my hands on you," came floating down from the cockpit. The anger in the voice was clear, and very amusing for Deadpool.

"Ladies, please. There is no need to fight over me. I do sharing quite well. The only question is, do you want me on the top, bottom... or do you want me in the middle? Or we can do all of that and spice it up with some more bondage," he said, tugging on his cuffs. "We're gonna need something stronger. I can't promise I'll be good when you reel me up like that."

The Widow was out of her seat in a moment and pressed up close, fragrant perfume or whatever that pleasant smell was, wafting up his nose. "Either shut up or I'll do it myself," she said, voice low and sharp knife pressed tight into his spandex clad throat.

"Wow, chillax. You're hot as fuck, but come on, adding extra holes, that's not cool."

"Nat, back it off. Fury wants him in one piece," Robin Hood called from his little cockpit. Must be nice, Deadpool thought. A pit filled with cock. And… he was drooling again.

Bad, Deadpool, he scolded himself.

The vengeful hot lady backed off, which reminded Deadpool of another problem.

"Oh, if you want the bullet out. Just so you know, you're gonna heave to drill a new hole. I'm all healed up." He finished his sentence by patting the side of his head in show. The Widow looked slightly bothered by this, but gave no comment. She did, however, finger the knife strapped to her leg, a calculating and questioning look in her eyes. Deadpool had a feeling she was contemplating how to best kill him. "I guess it's not everyday you have someone survive a bullet wound to the head. Don't worry about it, I take pride in my ability."

"You a mutant?" she said, and Deadpool's heart skipped a beat in happiness.

"Ding, ding, ding, give the lady a raise!"

After that Deadpool felt like the conversation ran so much smoother. Familiarity really was the foundation for a good relationship. He tried to tell her as much, but all of a sudden the plane was rapidly slowing down and descending at a fast pace that popped his ears uncomfortably. He whined and brought his cuffed hands up to tug on his mask.

The widow ignored any of his comments and unbuckled herself heading for the cockpit. "We're here," she said over her shoulder as if he couldn't have figured that out himself. Rapid decline could one be one of two things. One, a rapid fall to destruction and hell; two, a super fast landing by a military jet.

Deadpool leaned over more in his seat, twisting his head unnaturally to get a good look out the small crappy window.

A large tower rose in his view. A very familiar tower. One, of course, he had never been to but he had definitely seen it on TV. "You guys are the Avengers!" he shouted in excitement. "That's so cool, I hadn't realized. Now that I think about it, it makes since. Is this a recruitment? I'm not that easy to buy, but I'll make an exception today. I'm in."

"We're not recruiting you. We're gonna interrogate you," Robin Hood yelled back.

The plane landed smoothly, Deadpool hardly noticed. Then, Robin Hood was back, pulling him up and marching him out of the plane. Deadpool took that to mean the man liked being touched, so he threw his cuffed hands over the man's neck and clung even tighter.

"Is that a gun or are you just happy to see me?" he wondered.

"That's a gun, and if you don't let go and walk on your own the brain operation won't be the only one you'll go through today."

"Sounds kinky," Deadpool whispered back, still not letting go and running his hands through soft hair. Hmm, was that axe. Nice.

Then, all of a sudden, he was lifted and thrown out of the plane, rolling down the ramp and sliding against the smooth metallic walkway below. That didn't feel nice, he grumbled to himself and pushed back up onto his feet with less grace than normal.

The wind was strong up here and tugged at him relentlessly. While he was busy ogling the landing platform, a small looking man hurried out of a pair of sliding doors. His entrance stopped both him and Deadpool in their tracks.

Deadpool took in the man with a curious tilt of his head, a part of him felt like he should know the man. These were the Avengers after all. Famous and constantly on TV, and very much different from him. The small man, too, stopped in his tracks. Nervous hands twisting and turning around each other as he looked at Deadpool with wide eyes.

"Submissive. I can get onboard with that," he said, mostly to himself. Eyes still fast on the smaller man. But before he could start making anymore moves closer to the man, Widow and Robin Hood joined him on the platform, black packs slung over each of their shoulders.

Their entrance had the smaller man sagging with relief. And Deadpool knew something else that could have people sagging in relief.

"You know, I'm not a real doctor. You can't just call me when you need someone to stitch you up. You really should go to a real hospital in that case," the new man said, not making any moves to come closer.

"I don't think any real hospital doctors would appreciate this man. Besides he's already healed up," Robin Hood said.

This had the doctor breath a heavy sigh of relief. "I'm glad. I hate operations."

Deadpool hated doctors, but a small part of him said he would happily play patient for this man. Maybe they could switch it up and he could be the doctor, he'd give one hell of a check up. Leave no place, or hole, untouched.

While in his little la la land, the Widow strolled passed him and made her way to the doctor. "He's still got a bullet in his head, better get that out. Maybe his craziness will go away."

"Hey, now. I'm still here. No talking about me behind my back."

Robin Hood just grabbed him and pulled him along towards the entrance. "That doesn't even make sense. We can't talk about you behind your back if you're in front of us."

"Welcome back, Hawkeye and Black Widow," greeted a voice from the ceiling.

Deadpool studied the ceiling with narrowed eyes. Invisible things were not to be trusted.

"Hey, JARVIS. We're back. You got the med bay ready for us?" Robin Hood wondered; not stopping in his tugging of Deadpool.

"Of course, sir has set everything up, so if you would head that way."

The doctor and Widow pushed themselves into the back of the elevator far from Deadpool. "I don't bite," he said, feeling the need to defend himself. His comment got him three rather stinky eyed looks, so he snickered and quietly added, "much."

"Why are we helping him?" the doc wondered. His hands still nervously twining around each other.

"He dropped in on our operation and sabotaged our only chance to get at our target. He's in custody until we can figure out what he was doing there and what he knows of the target," Widow replied.

"Hey, no blaming me. I didn't know anyone would be in that run down building. I was just making my way through," Deadpool quickly added in.

"Doesn't matter what you were doing there. In the end, we were unable to finish our job because of you. Our boss wants to speak to you… after we get the bullet out," Robin Hood said, voice gruff and eyes trained on the doors.

"Boss?" Deadpool wondered. "The Avengers boss?"

"We work with SHIELD," the Widow said, and Deadpool groaned.

"SHIELD doesn't like me. I got rejected a long time ago by them. Bastards said I was unstable."

"Thank God," the doctor said quietly, maybe to himself, but Deadpool heard him clearly and turned around.

"I feel like I should know you. Swear I've seen you somewhere before." He tried to step closer to the doc to get a better look but the hand on his arm tightened and drew him back to face the elevator doors again.

They pinged open and he was pulled through. The white hi-tech lab on the other side very different from any other medical facility Deadpool had ever spent his time at. "Pinch me I think I'm dreaming," he said with wonderfilled eyes as he took in some sort of apparatus that was spinning round and round at a fast speed.

"I can punch you," the Widow said, face straight and completely serious.

"You don't play well with others, do you?" Deadpool said, eyeing her warily.

"Did you guys bring a comedian back or something," said a very familiar voice. One he had heard on TV often. "What's with the red? I'll only say this once, but I look 100 times better in that color than you."

"Rude," Deadpool answered. Turning to take in the man known as Tony Stark. He was shorter than he'd expected. Hair all ruffled up and wired eyes that made him look like he hadn't slept for days. "I'm cuter."

"I'm sure you are," the man replied, standing with his arms cross and chin held high, arrogantly.

"I can see the house and the fire part now," he whispered conspicuously to Robin Hood.

"So I was listening in to you guys conversation-" Tony began.

"Wow, double rude."

"-And you said his wound had already healed up, so how are we gonna get the bullet out?"

"Did I mention drilling?" Deadpool wondered, looking about at the horrified faces that stared back at him. "What, do I have something in my teeth?"

"Most aren't so happy about self-mutilation," the doctor said, finally moving closer so that he could get a better look at him. He must have felt more comfortable in this environment.

"That's my secret, I'm always happy."

"Do you mind taking the mask off so I can get a good look at where it entered?" The doctor continued, ignoring his comment.

"Sure, take off all you want, I'm not shy. Though, don't be too startled by what you find underneath."

The doctor looked over to Stark, and Deadpool followed his gaze. "Is there a faction here that I'm not getting? Cause I'm getting confused. Are we following Robin Hood or the weapons maker?" His comment caused Stark to flinch, hurt filling his eyes for just a moment before being smoothed away by a steely look.

"There are no factions here. Nor leaders," commented Robin Hood, and Deadpool all of a sudden, felt rather stupid.

"Oh, I see. They're like," he banged his pointy fingers together, "you know, like bam shaka bang bang."

"Like what?" Stark said with confused eyes.

"We're not like that!" the doctor exclaimed, clearly the fastest at picking up his meaning. Robin Hood on the other hand was bent over laughing trying to say something between his ragged breaths. The Widow just looked exasperated. All in all, Deadpool was rather proud of himself.

"No need to get your panties in a twist, ladies. I'm a very open-minded person. Besides it would be very hypocritical of me if I said anything."

"Can we just get the bullet out of his head," the Widow said.

"Um, sure," the doctor said, still standing stiffly before Deadpool. "Should I?" He lifted his hands to show what he meant and Deadpool just shrugged, unconcerned.

The doctor ran gentle hands over his neck and shoulders searching for the opening, and Deadpool gave a pleased shiver, causing the man to stop in his tracks with deer like eyes. "Oh, don't stop on my account, please continue."

Stark snorted and moved closer, dark eyes far more calculating than anything Deadpool was usually used to. "Just make him take it off himself or we could always make JARVIS do it. He has control over all the robotic arms in here."

"Did you just say robotic?" Deadpool questioned, narrowing his eyes.

"JARVIS runs this building. He will be the one performing most of the operation."

Deadpool backed up at that, hands going up and accidentally throwing the doctors hands off of him. "Nu-uh, I don't do robots. Cold, spidery, most likely tentacle arms winding around me, into me. Ugh. I mean, I'm all for trying new things, but some things just shouldn't be tried."

"I am sure that whatever you are worried about, Deadpool, is not part of my circuitry," JARVIS said, once again coming from the ceiling and echoing around the room.

"He's listening," Deadpool whispered with a conspiratorial voice.

Stark just groaned and took the last steps over, bringing his hands up to tear the mask off. "He's part of the building, he's always listening. Stop being such a little girl."

The mask came off and the room ran even more quieter and became even more still than ever before.

Deadpool finally got enough and leaned over Stark who stood the closest and went, "Boo."

The man actually flinched some before blinking and smothering his face over with a blank mask. "Cute, right."

"Hey, no insults. That actually hurts. I'll have you know, I once looked like an angel."

The doctor shook his head. "Just sit down on the gurney."

Deadpool happily did so, even skipping a little as he made his way over there. The doctor and Stark followed after. Stark dropping his mask on a nearby metallic table. The two others, Robin Hood and Widow, had taken up a stationary posture further away.

"They guards or something?" he wondered, squinting his eyes at them as if it would somehow reveal something to him.

"You make one wrong move, dead guy, and we'll empty our bullets in you," Widow replied.

"Ouch, that hurts. I've been all accommodating; haven't fought back or anything and you guys still act like I'm about to do a 360 and hurt you."

Stark was pulling off his gloves and freeing his hands from the tight leather; fastening some sort bity apparatus onto his finger. "I hope you mean 180," he said, off-handedly.

"Part of me feels like we're doing good cop, bad cop. They're the bad ones and you two, sweet sugar pies, are the good ones," Deadpool said with a large grin.

Both Stark and the doctor just stared at him blankly before turning to look at one another. "Tony, please tell me you have some general anesthesia in this med bay."

"I've got even better. I'm sure we got something that should put him out for… forever." Stark replied.

"Wow, tables turned. Hey, now. Just get the bullet, no other weird shenanigan," Deadpool said, bringing still cuffed hands up as if to ward them off. "I should have known better than to trust doctors."

Stark was now working on the buckles to his swords, and Deadpool wasn't sure if he wanted to stop the man or not. A comment was on the tip of his tongue, but the doctor was filling up a long looking, deadly, needle with something that clearly would not end well for him.

"We're scientists, not doctors," Stark rather unhelpfully added.

Deadpool frowned and helped move his arms in such a way that the man could take off his weapons. "Why am I here, then?"

"Tony has the best medical equipment in the whole world and JARVIS should be able to do brain operations without any problems," Robin Hood answered, looking bored.

"Should," Stark commented, "We haven't actually ever tried before. But, since you're undead I can't see this going in a failure." He finished his sentence with a placating pat to Deadpool's knee.

"Oh, now I'm relieved," Deadpool drawled.

Stark and the doctor were both pushing on him to lay him flat against the gurney. Deadpool allowed it, enjoying the view of them looming above him. This was nice, he thought. Different but nice. And now, he also got a closer look at the doctor and a light bulb flickered on to life above him. "You're the Hulk!" he exclaimed, happily. "Can't believe I didn't recognize you. I always thought you'd be bigger and, you know, angrier. Not that I'm complaining. This view is nice."

Stark snickered next to the man and the Hulk shot him a reproachful glare.

"Name's Bruce Banner. I'd rather you call me that."

"I'll call you whatever you want, sugar pie," Deadpool answered, happy in his latest revelation.

"Apparently you won't," the doctor said, pulling out a small knife. "Unless you want to undress completely, I'm gonna cut a small hole to hook up an IV on you."

"For you, I don't mind undressing completely."

"I'll just cut a hole."

The IV was fastened smoothly and Deadpool barely felt it.

Stark was chatting with the machinery, which was weird. All other hospitals or medical facilities he had been to previously, that had never been part of it.

"You have voice activated programs?" he wondered.

Stark just grinned and patted the machinery lightly. "AI. Voice activation was so last century. Besides JARVIS is an AI and he is programmed into almost all my machinery and equipment."

"Right, and this AI is gonna do the operation?"

"Only part, Bruce will take the bullet out. We're gonna need to x-ray you and shit, all which will be done once you've gone under," Stark said, waving his hand at him.

"Why after, why not now?"

"We don't want to listen to you anymore," Bruce, the good and rather cute doctor, said, pressing a needle into his hand before he had time to reply with anything.

The world tilted and faded at his vision. He opened his mouth to say something, words slurring and then he was out of it. Sound being the last to filter out.

/Tsubasa