The last thing he had known was blackness taking him away. After who knew how long he suddenly bolted upright, sucking in a breath and looking wildly around. As his mind calmed down he looked down at the gaping wound that should have been on his side but there was nothing. Just blood staining his clothes.
"What the fuck?" he murmured. He was dead...wasn't he? He remembered the rebar in his side, saying goodbye to Natasha...