A/N: I've been thinking of renaming this story, but honestly, I have no idea what it should be called. "Deadpool Choas" just doesn't seem to fit it any longer...

Well anyways, enjoy this new chapter.

—V—V—

Natasha felt a headache brewing at Clint's constant "What?" that he kept yelling every second or so. Really, was it that surprising that Stark was suffering heart problems due to his Arc Reactor? The man was constantly rubbing at his left arm after all, and he hid more often than not, behind his Iron Man armor. Clearly, the actions of someone trying to hide pain. And Stark was no spy. For all that he was a genius, he was easy enough to read.

She had never brought the knowledge up to either Clint or Steve. Mostly, because she thought it was an obvious thing, and secondly, because they had no way of fixing it.

The captain had said he had grounded Stark and Natasha wasn't so sure that was the right way to go about solving this problem. Stark was known for being bad at following orders. He was much like a child in that sense: you told him to go right; he'd go left.

Until Stark dropped down from exhaustion their best bet was to watch from afar and try to put him in fights that were the least lethal. The man flew into battle like he was immortal after all, so how were they supposed to persuade someone like that to take it easy? It was a problematic situation.

"Where is Stark now?" she wondered, rubbing her brow tiredly. The room quieted, and all eyes turned to her. She stared them down, unimpressed. "You did just tell Stark, the man who hates taking orders, to remain grounded. Please, at least tell me you locked him out of his labs."

Steve shifted in his seat and Natasha groaned. "He said he was busy. I couldn't tell him not to be in his workshop. That's his life down there!" Steve tried to reason.

"Right. His life. Which we all know how little he thinks of."

Bruce licked his lips and was staring around wide-eyed at everyone. "JARVIS, where is Tony?"

Everyone's eyes drew up to the ceiling, even though they knew JARVIS didn't actually reside in the ceiling but saw them through hundreds of small sensors and cameras located all around Avenger's Tower.

There was no answer. Bruce tried again, "JARVIS. Tell me Tony is still in his labs?"

Pushing back her chair, Natasha stood up and stretched her back, letting it pop satisfyingly. "Right, that's my cue to go take a look."

Steve also stood, towering easily over her own slight figure. "I should come as well. This is my fault for acting on my emotions before I considered the consequences of them."

"Well, I'll head down to check on JARVIS's logs. Most likely scenario is that Tony gave some command to him and started a protocol I have no idea about. But it's best I make sure. With one, Wade Wilson, running around, who knows, maybe he figured out a way to silence JARVIS, and that wouldn't be good for any of us. He's our first line of defense after all."

Everyone nodded at Bruce as the doctor was the first to make his way out of the room. Clearly agitated. Natasha couldn't blame him. Stark and he had grown incredibly close over the last couple of months. Ever since the Avenger's Initiative they had been living together, constantly working on something secretive in their shared labs. She would never admit it, but she was jealous over their friendship. Though, why should she be? Clint and she had got a nice partnership going.

—V—V—

Tony's labs were still lit when they came in. Natasha, Captain and Clint took in the well-organized mess of the place and quickly realized that Tony was indeed not there.

"Shit," Clint said and banged his hand against the glass wall of the staircase.

There was no chastising from the captain about his use of language, and that just made the situation feel so much worst.

Natasha hurried forward and started tapping away at one of the computers, her hands flying over the holographic keyboard. Clint pushed closer, ignoring Dum-E as he circled around him producing loud beeping and honking sounds. "What's up, Nat?"

"One of the armors is missing. I'm trying to pull up the latest video feed right now."

"Well, the hatch is still open," the captain said, pointing up towards the opening.

Clint met Natasha's steady gaze and was surprised at how calm she seemed. Yet he couldn't calm himself. Kept thinking about think about Tony crashing, maybe even losing consciousness, all in some place far from them. Would they be able to get to him in time?

"Stark has managed just fine these last couple of weeks. As long as he hasn't been in a fight he should be okay, so stop worrying, bird brain," Natasha said, bringing her attention back to the screen before her. "He's an idiot, but he's an idiot with a million-dollar armor on him."

"Hey, I can't help but be worried. It's not like he's a solider. He's not even a spy, or governmental official."

He glanced up when he heard something break and looked over at the captain who was standing holding part of a metal table. The man looked embarrassed as he put it down. "Sorry. I guess, I just kind of forgot."

"Forget what? That he's an annoying civilian with too much money?" Clint wondered.

Captain nodded. "Yeah. He is rather annoying, isn't he?"

Grinning, Clint felt himself calm. "Oh, yeah. Winner of the year—hell even this century—award for most annoying goes to that man."

"Annoying or not, I got the video feed," Natasha cut in, and with a few quick clicks she had a video projected up on one the walls. Tony was there, in the dark, eyes locked on the TV screen.

"He's watching old videos. That seems like something someone would do who's planning to make stupid decisions," Clint said. It was the first time for him to see Tony like this: quiet and melancholic. He wasn't drinking, just sitting there staring at the TV. If it was anyone else, Clint wouldn't be worried, but Tony was an energetic kind of guy. He liked being the center of attention. His movements and the way he spoke was done to draw attention to him, not to be like this. Not to sit quietly in the dark being contemplative.

"You know, I'll give your codes to Pepper if you want?"

Watching the scene play out before him, Clint realized that Tony must have been planning this for a long time.

"Heads up," Natasha said, breaking through the silence that had settled over them. "Incoming."

It was Iron Man, flying in through the open hatch and landing gently on the floor. Captain was the first to stalk up to him.

"Tony, what were you thinking? What if something had happened, you can't just leave like that."

"My apologies, Captain," JARVIS's voice cut in. The armor dismantling itself slowly before their very eyes. "Sir is not with me right now." They all stared at the empty armor which had broken apart and flew back into the armory.

"What's going on, JARVIS?" the captain wondered, his eyes trailing after the last pieces of the armor as they disappeared. "Where is Tony?"

This time the AI's voice echoed out from his normal speakers in the room. "He suffered a cardiac arrest and is currently being cared for by a doctor."

"What hospital?" Natasha asked, typing something on her phone with rapid fingers.

"I do not know. I can no longer track sir."

Clint swallowed. The room fell deathly silent. He looked over at the other Avengers and saw the same fear on their faces as he felt. "Can you explain?"

"We were fighting… wizards, I believe," the AI said, voice hesitant and low. "Sir was hit by one of their attacks that constricted his heart and put pressure on the Arc Reactor. His pulse escalated rapidly before stilling completely."

"Wizards?" Clint said, trying to take in that word. "As in Harry Potter kind of wizards?"

"I am afraid not, Mr. Barton. These did not seem to carry wands."

"Right…"

"That doesn't matter right now," the captain cut in. "Where is Tony? Did these wizards take him?"

"A man known as Doctor Strange managed to resuscitate him. After which he took him somewhere else. I was unable to follow, but the man said he would come to the tower once he stabilized sir."

Natasha pocked her phone and looked up. "You trust him?"

"At that moment I had no reason not to. There was a barrier around us, which meant I could not get in contact with the tower. I believed that the wizards that attacked sir might be the ones who are also hiding the Inter-dimensional portal. They seem to be able to hide from my scans with their magic."

"Fine. Until that man, Doctor Strange, shows up. I will be in a meeting with Director Fury. JARVIS, keep your scanners running. If you get a bleep as to where Stark is, let us know. We'll go out and retrieve him," Natasha said, hand clenched tight around her phone as she marched out of the room.

"Of course, Ms. Romanoff," JARVIS answered.

"While Natasha contacts SHIELD, how about you tell Clint and I about these wizards," the captain suggested, making himself comfortable on Tony's couch. Clint perched himself on top of one of the cluttered desks, one eye on the hatch.

—V—V—

Tony awoke in disorientation. His mind heavy with cotton and his eyelids felt like they were made of lead. He groaned and tried to roll over, wanting to lift his hand to press it against his skull, but his body refused to obey him.

With great force he cracked open his eyes and looked about as much as he could without moving his head. He was in a darkly lit room. There was paintings and old looking statues everywhere he looked. Like he was at some sort of museum.

Did he faint in a museum?

No, he never visited those places. If he wanted to go to a museum, he would just buy one. He hated crowded areas.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," a low voice said somewhere next to him.

Tony groaned and tried to look over, but the pain in his head flared and he decided against it. The voice was familiar though. A drawl to it that annoyed him. "Doctor Strange," he said, finally remembering the man who had been leaning over him when he awoke earlier.

"Guess there's nothing wrong with your memory. You should be thankful for that."

"I wouldn't mind forgetting about you," he said, feeling tired and not that much up for his usual banter. "Where's J?"

"Who?"

"JARVIS. My AI."

"Your armor flew back to the Tower. He said he was unable to make contact with the others due to the interference caused by the mirror dimension."

"That was the barrier we couldn't detect?" Tony wondered, his memories of the fight slowly coming back to him. "What of those other three? You one of them?"

"No, I was fighting them. They stole a powerful artifact from the Sanctum."

Feeling more awake, Tony lulled his head to the side to get a better look at the so-called doctor. He was a tall man, who wore a tacky red cloak and a large circular necklace. Tony felt insulted just looking at him.

"You said you're a doctor. Why are you fighting wizards?"

The man leaned over him again, a flash light coming out to shine into his eyes. Tony wanted to growl.

"Former doctor. I am Sorcerer Supreme, protector of Earth against magical and mystical threats," the doctor said as he continued his check-up, cold hands coming up to feel along Tony's throat and upper chest.

"Fancy title," he grumbled, then gasped as pain welled up in his chest from where the doctor was pressing. His left hand trying to lift itself to relieve the pressure, but the doctor's other hand pressed it gently back on the bed.

"I always wondered how Iron Man functioned," the man was muttering as he continued with whatever he was doing. "This, what did you call it, Arc Reactor is really a part of your chest. But it doesn't look to have been inserted by a doctor. There is far too much scarring, plus the amount of damaged done to both lungs and heart is enormous. I'm surprised your alive."

"Thanks."

"Your heart's palpitations are off. You should be in a hospital, but even as I say that, I don't think they can do much for you."

"Already knew that." He took a large breath and felt it constrict tightly in his chest, causing his head to swim dizzyingly. "I'm working on it."

Finally having enough capacity to look about, Tony swirled his head this way and that. Eyes skimming over old looking bookcases and heavy looking wooden chests. Creepy masks hung on one wall, their gaze directed right at him. Shivering, he turned away to watch the doctor's hands glow bright yellow.

"That's the same as the wizards earlier," he stated, feeling like he shouldn't be so relaxed about this.

"Most magic is worked the same way, so of course, it will look the same."

Grunting, he tried to study the intricate structure of the magic, taking in the circles upon circles that were being formed. "Think that can be programmed into a computer?"

The magic wavered as if a wave had passed through them and the doctor's hard gaze met his own. "You wish to digitalize magic."

"Something like that. Might be cool."

"Mr. Stark, magic is not meant to be used by the public. It is not a tool for people who cannot grasp the intricacy of it."

He wished he could lift his hand and wave the man's worry away. "Yeah, yeah," he said instead, his right hand coming up to feel along the Arc Reactor's edge. "Think I can be let up now."

"You should be on bed rest," the doctor said, but seized whatever magic he was doing. "But it's your life. If you crash again, I'll just stand back and watch."

"How nice of you."

His left hand was unresponsive, fingers only twitching tiredly as he tried to lift it. Great, his life was just getting better.

"We in a museum?"

The man looked insulted and Tony couldn't hold back the pleased smile at that.

"My home. Welcome to Sanctum Sanctorum."

Rolling his eyes, he pushed himself up as much as he could with his right hand, feeling his left drag by his side uselessly. "Great name."

"I'd advice you to stay down. I've used my magic to slow your time, so don't leave this room. It won't turn out good for you if you do. Now, I promised that armor of yours that I would make a visit to the tower."

Tony had another snarky comeback at the tip of his tongue, which got lost somewhere on its way to being vocalized as he saw a huge yellow rope form a hole. The familiar room of the common area just on the other side, then the doctor was gone, stepping through the opening as one would do a doorway.

—V—V—

Deadpool glared at the hallway he found himself in. Everywhere he looked he saw the same thing. He turned and looked behind him, jogged a few steps and took a sharp right turn.

"The fuck," he grumbled. It was the same blank hallway. Cream colored walls with nondescript doors on either side. Not a single portrait or even window.

From the moment he had entered it had all looked the same. He'd even lost the freaking elevator. "Where the fuck am I? The weapon's maker has a bad sense of humor if he thinks creating a maze in his tower is a fun pastime."

He slammed open one of the doors and came face-to-face with a beautiful toilet throne. "Oh, of all the doors I can open, it's the bathroom. Great, just what I need. Take a leak in my time of need!"

Turning to leave, he caught his reflection in a floor-to-ceiling mirror. "Well, hello there, handsome," he crooned and leaned in closer. Eyes trailing over his red and black mask and continued downwards. "Don't you just look edible."

Maybe he lost track of himself a little. But only a little! Honestly, who can resist something as cute as himself. He couldn't help it but gaze at his loving form. It would be a waste not to.

He puckered his lips and made obscene kissing noises. Giggling, he waved his hand at his reflection. "Oh, you. You're such a tease." He giggled some more. Then, he flexed his biceps and wiggled his eyebrows before jutting out his tight spandex clad ass in a sexy pose. "Don't know why anyone would ever want to harm this cute little ass."

He hadn't been expecting an answer. The AI had been quiet for so long now that he gave an unmanly yelped when the AI's voice echoed out around him.

"I believe, I know the answer to that, Mr. Wilson."

"Hey now, what have I told you? No more of that Mr. Wilson crap. You may call me, like, literally anything else but that. Why not, handsome, or sexiest man alive, or… cutie! Something like that."

"Your recommendations have all been denied."

"What?" he gasped, feeling insulted. "By whom?"

"Sir placed a new protocol into my system when you arrived at the tower. He feared you would abuse the Name Change protocol and added in the Narcissistic Safety protocol."

"The weapon's maker and I are gonna have to have another talk," he growled, finally getting bored of staring at himself. He turned and marched out of the bathroom, back into the bleak hallway. Slamming open every door he came to: a closet, a wall, another bathroom, a kitchen, game room, training room, a balcony?

"Where the fuck am I?" he shouted at the ceiling, slamming the last door shut with enough force that it vibrated in its frames for a few seconds.

"I believe you are on Ms. Romanoff's floor?"

"Seriously?" he said and took in the bleak hallway with new eyes. "This her style or something?"

"I believe, Ms. Romanoff worried about trespassers."

"Well, one hell of a way to deal with them," he grumbled and pulled out a few things from his pockets. "Clearly, redecoration is needed."

—V—V—

He felt proud of himself. His decoration of the Widow's hall was top notch. Now, he just needed to find his way out without setting off any of the more volatile… decorations.

Finding the elevator became easier now that the halls no longer looked the same. Whistling to himself, he tried to look innocent as he took the elevator up a few floors back to the common area. Which was actually three floors in total that was an all-purpose place where all the Avenger's could hang out. Deadpool kind of liked it. Definitely a step up from the shack he lived in with the old blind lady.

The doors pinged open and he stepped out, one foot still in the air as his path got distorted by a yellow laser, which started cutting right into the open air before him.

"O-kay…" Looking about he tried to see if anyone was around. Was this a prank?

A man stepped out, back against him and the yellow lights disappeared, leaving him able to see the open floor plan again.

"Intruder alert," he said, tilting his head and circling around the red-caped man.

The man turned to him, a frown on his face as they both took each other in. His cloak fluttering, which was weird. Was there a breeze?

"You must be one of the Avengers?"

Deadpool glanced behind him before his hand came up to point at his own chest, though his brain was quick to rewire, and he smiled happily, bouncing a little in place. "Deadpool. The sexiest Avenger."

It didn't seem that this man understood jokes because his smile was strained as he said, "A pleasure, I'm sure."

"Oh, I'm always a pleasure. Pleasure is my middle name," he felt the need to add. The man ignored him this time and looked about the common area.

"And the others? Where are they?"

"Oh!" Deadpool gasped. "You're here on a friendly visit. My bad."

"I'm here about your Iron Man, Tony Stark," the caped man said, irritation clear as day in his voice, not that Deadpool minded that.

"The weapon's maker?"

"Welcome, Doctor Strange," JARVIS chimed in. The doctor blinked slowly before looking around. "I am apart of this tower, doctor. I can see and hear you thanks to the many sensors and mini cameras that sir installed."

"Fascinating," the doctor whispered.

Deadpool groaned. "Creepy, you mean."

"Not at all. It is remarkable to be able to create something so complex as an AI that can be in many different places at ones."

"Thank you, doctor," the AI said. "I have let the others know of your arrival."

"You didn't let me know," Deadpool grumbled, feeling left out.

"Is he an Avenger?" the doctor wondered, pointing rudely at him.

"He is currently an unofficial member. You may pay him no mind."

"Right. Noted." The doctor nodded and walked towards the open bar, trailing his fingers over the black marble counter. "Mr. Stark is currently under stasis. As long as he remains where I left him, he should be fine. Though, I fear taking him out of that place will cause another attack."

"Again, I must thank you for helping him."

The doctor waved his hand. Deadpool just stared from the ceiling back down at the doctor and back up again, confused. "What happened to the weapon's maker?"

"He suffered a cardiac arrest when hit with a magic attack," the doctor answered.

"Wasn't he just in the tower?"

"I guess he must have left, then," the doctor said impatiently, glaring over at him.

"Magic. You said magic." He clapped his hands twice and hurried over to the doctor's side. "Like Hogwarts?"

The man leaned back away from him. "Absolutely not like Hogwarts. We are not school children and magic is not some born-with mutation."

"You're a wizard as well?"

"Yes. I am Sorcerer Supreme."

There was so much Deadpool wanted to say about that. Honestly, so many words were at the tip of his tongue he didn't even know where to start. So, it was a good thing the doors to the elevator pinged open again. The ever-adorable green Hulk hurried into the room, twining his hands nervously like he usually did. The captain followed at a much slower pace, eyes locked on the new addition to the tower.

"You Doctor Strange?" the captain wondered, stopping to stand with his feet shoulder width apart.

"That's right."

"You got Tony?"

The doctor sighed and crossed his arms. "He is currently stable and will remain where he is until we can figure out a way to either save him or let him die quietly."

The words caused the usually stone-faced captain to look shocked, eyes wide and mouth hanging agape. "Die…"

"I was surprised he was even alive. When I resuscitate him, I thought I was wasting my time. The damaged to his heart is extensive. I'm afraid no normal medical devices or procedures will be able to help him. He seemed to know this himself."

"We've been working on it," the little Hulk said. "A machine that should be able to perform the operation he needs as well as heal his heart."

Doctor Strange nodded. "He said something like that himself."

"So, he's awake!"

Again, the doctor nodded, smiling down a little at the other doctor when he saw how relieved he looked. "Will you show me this device you are talking about?"

"Sure."

The captain stepped forward from where he had been watching them, eyes still focused solely upon the wizard. "How do we know we can trust you?"

"I might not be some public symbol of peace and protection. But my job as Sorcerer Supreme is to protect Earth, and I consider protecting one of the Avengers as helping me do that job. I don't like brawls, and as far as I can see, that seems to be your kind of action," the man said, eyes trailing over the figure of the captain, taking in the bulging arms and military stance. "I'm also a doctor. I might not practice any longer but that makes me no less attentive to human life."

The captain gave a sharp nod, relaxing his stance some. "Can you tell me where Tony is?"

Smiling, the wizard's hands lit up bright yellow. "I can do better than that."

The same weird yellow laser as Deadpool had seen earlier appeared in the middle of the air, drawing itself into a large circle. This time he could see directly into it, into an old looking house. Built in dark wood, with furniture that seemed ancient.

"He's on the other side. I told him to stay in bed, but I assume he broke that rule the moment I left. The room he is in is locked, don't take him out from it. It is the only thing keeping him alive," the man said, eyes sharp.

"I'll make sure to keep him… rested," the captain agreed, standing before the magical circle. "Wade Wilson, why don't you come with me."

Deadpool backed up. "Yeah, thanks but no thanks."

The captain turned, a sad look in his eyes that made Deadpool feel bad. Like he had just kicked a puppy or something.

"I thought you wished to be an Avenger?"

Sighing, Deadpool shuffled forward. "Using the Avengers card. Totally no fair."

Deadpool barely had time to pass through before the passage closed behind them.

"Looks like it's only us now, Cap," he said, looking around at the old trinkets and filled bookcases.

A groan came from one side of the room and he whipped around to look at where the weapon's maker laid sprawled on the floor, hand waving weakly in the air. "Don't forget about me."