A lot of things just happened at once. First he was absolutely running in horror from pianos that wanted to kill him, then he was going through the floor just narrowly missing the sharp jagged teeth and large tongue of the piano as it slammed into the ground after him, and then he was being thrown onto hard metal flooring from a considerable distance. Hard enough that he just about had the wind knocked from him, he needs a moment to recover and groan about it but he doesn't much get the chance because someone seems to be talking and he's vaguely aware that he has to person again.

It takes him a moment or two to process that the someone who is talking has said his name and when he finally does managed to turn around onto his side to find where the voice has come from he's absolutely shocked to see someone familiar in front of him, or rather... Above him. He scrabbles to his hands and knees fighting through his throbbing head and aching chest. "It's you!"

And then a moment of realisation and panic. "Is this some sort of freaky S.H.I.E.L.D bullshit!? What the hell was that thing!?"