Why Did I Sign Up For This?! (Tankman x Doctor!Reader x OC)

Ten-What?

You wake up in the morning with a gentle tickling feeling against your nose. Still sleepy, you swat absent-mindedly at your face.

"When did I ... get a cat...?" you mumble, still half-asleep. "Move your tail, kitty-kitty...." You had no idea how long you'd been sleeping, but you could use a few more hours of sleep, at least.

The irritating tickling continues. No sleeping in for you, it seems.

With a groan, you sit up on one elbow and yawn. After wiping the gunky sleep from your eyes and moving your messy hair out of your face, you reach into the darkness behind you, feeling around on the nightstand for your glasses. Finding them, you place them on your face and turn your focus on what could have been brushing against your nose.

Your eyes promptly grow to the size of satellites. Instead of seeing a long, fluffy tail of a cat, you see a long, slithering fleshy rat tail swaying to and fro in front of you like a charmed snake. Slowly, the rat turns and lock eyes with you. There's a beat of silence.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

You both startle at the same time--you scream and fall backwards off the bed while the squeaking, terrified rat nosedives for safety off your bed and into the shadowy recesses of your room.

You continue screeching as you shed your starchy covers, throw open the door to your room, and dash full-speed out of there like your life depends on it.

"Whoa!"

In your blind panic, you nearly crash right into Steve, who is, for some reason, roaming the halls of the hospital.

Steve takes in your wild hair, the way you're hopping from one foot to the other, and your disheveled patient gown.

"Uhhh.... You look like you had a rough night," he observes.

"There are RATS in here!" you shout, causing Steve to flinch away from you slightly. "I can deal with the fact that this place looks like it was bombed, but rats are a serious health issue!"

"Rats? I've never seen a rat around this place before," Steve hums, scratching his helmet with a look of stern disbelief on his face. He points at you. "You sure they weren't hiding in your luggage or something....?"

Catching sight of your deadpan stare, he purses his lips. "Riiight," he drawls. "Your stuff kinda went ... booooom. Well, no need to worry yourself about rats right now, Doctor, cause you're needed elsewhere. Captain wants you out at the training field with the rest of the new recruits stat, and he sent me over here to make sure you get there."

Suddenly, the vanished rat in your room becomes the least of your problems. You fold your arms over your chest defiantly. "I'm sorry, but does your Captain need his head examined? I'm here to heal wounds, not inflict them. Besides, I don't have anything to wear to train in!"

Steve unfolds the bundle he had tucked beneath his arm, revealing a long-sleeved black uniform similar to what he is wearing under his body armor. He even has a pair of black running shoes.

"Got you covered on that one, ma'am," Steve informs you with all the happiness of a Scout that helped an old lady cross the road. You stare at the uniform for a moment before pressing your eyes closed and heaving a long sigh. Looks like you have no choice in the matter, as much as that sucks. You take the clothes from him and storm towards the room across from your bedroom—you won't be going back in there until you are armed with a cage and a wheel of cheese. Do real-life rats like cheese like they do in the cartoons? You're not sure, but you're going to give it a shot. You're careful to hold the back of your gown closed so as to not accidentally moon Steve as you shuffle away.