First thing he did was turn off that horrible noise blaring over his head. With a scowl, his fist comes up to smash the flashing red light, the alarm dying a painful death before stopping.

He didn't feel right. Fuzzy, off balance. He'd been kept under this hazy blanket of drugs for so long, it was hard to remember what he was doing here in the first place. However, the first shot that's fired in his direction that bounces off his skin, he zeroes in on the culprit and picks up the stretcher pieces to fling it at them. It crashes against the far wall. That was satisfying.

The red haired woman's voice was filtering through and he gives her a suspicious look. Who are you again? No time for pleasantries, there were more coming. Hulk braces up the door with a nearby shelving unit to keep them out. They needed an alternate escape route.