The Ultimate Fix-It Fic

8| This Is Fine *

MJ, Peter, and Dr. Banner ran onto a scene of burning metal and definitely at least one dead body. MJ bent over, out of breath from running a mile and a bit.

"Natasha?" The scientist called. "Tasha!"

Peter listened intently for a minute and perked up. "Over here!" he called, heading in one direction.

MJ sighed and jogged over with her medical bag. She started running faster once she saw Ms. Romanoff on the ground, wincing. "Ms. Romanoff!"

When she got there, all knowledge flew from her mind as she saw the spy's injuries, including a stab wound in the abdomen. There was a dagger sticking out of her.

MJ shook herself, dropped to her knees, and began checking Ms. Romanoff for other, less obvious injuries. "Peter, do a concussion test," she ordered.

Peter nodded and began speaking to his mentor quietly.

Once MJ finished closing up the more obvious wounds, she returned back to the impalement. She sighed and looked to Ms. Romanoff. "This is going to hurt," MJ said shortly, before easing out the blade. She inspected the blood-stained knife and put it in a Ziploc baggie.

MJ addressed the hole in the spy's torso. On one hand, they could move her back to the Quinjet and risk infection, or she could give really quick stitches there and risk infection.

"Are you going to sew me up, MJ?" Ms. Romanoff asked casually. "Wouldn't be my first scar there. Don't worry."

MJ scoffed. "'Don't worry' is a great thing to say to someone who might kill you by stitching you up. Hold on." She pushed her earpiece and a holographic display lit up before her eyes. "Rebecca, get me Dr. Cho."

The line rang for about four seconds. "Hello? MJ?" the doctor said.

"Hi, Dr. Cho," MJ said quickly. "Nice to talk to you again. Also, Ms. Romanoff has a knife wound in her torso and could you maybe express ship a Cradle over to the compound, or is that not possible?"

Dr. Cho was silent for a second. "No, yes, sure. When do you need it by?" she asked.

"As soon as possible," MJ replied. "As quickly as you are able to."

"Alright. I'll be there by then, hopefully."

"Thank you so much, Dr. Cho."

"No worries."

MJ sighed as the line disconnected. She looked back at Ms. Romanoff. "Let's get you up." She hauled the spy to her feet and glanced around. "Where did Peter go?"

He spoke in her ear. "I found Yelena. She's okay, nothing big. Dr. Banner's with me and he's talking to the other Widows that are there. They're all okay. An older lady and an old dude is telling me to tell you to tell Ms. Romanoff that they're okay as well." Peter sounded relieved. "I don't think anyone died other than the bad guy."

MJ nodded. "Good. I'm going to go with Ms. Romanoff to the Quinjet and we'll circle back to you. Sounds good?"

"Clear."

"See you."

-

By some miracle, MJ and Ms. Romanoff made it to the Quinjet without either of them collapsing and MJ got the Widow onto the gurney table and hooked onto an IV.

"Do me a favour, Ms. Romanoff?" MJ asked, sitting down in front of the controls.

"Yeah?"

The girl turned on the Quinjet's controls. "Please don't die."

Ms. Romanoff chuckled dryly. "I can handle a stab wound, Michelle." She sounded tired. "Don't crash the plane, okay?"

"Yep," MJ replied. She focused on the helm. "This is fine," she said nervously. "Yep."

They got back to the field to see Yelena, Peter, and Dr. Banner waiting there patiently. There was nobody else in the smoking field.

MJ lowered the ramp and grabbed Peter. "Where is everybody?" she asked him quietly.

"They left with Ms. Romanoff's parents," Peter answered. "They're all okay."

MJ nodded and sat down beside her friend.

"It's been a day, huh?"

She glanced over at Peter. "Yeah," MJ said softly. "It's barely 7am at home and I already have blood on my hands."

Peter laughed quietly and gently took her hands and a pack of disinfectant wipes.

"What are you doing?" MJ stifled a laugh. "I'm just going to get more on later, you know."

He glanced up. "I know," Peter said. "But in the meantime..." He wiped the blood off quickly. "There." He turned to put away the wipes, but MJ caught his hand and laced their fingers together.

Peter looked at her, bewildered.

MJ rolled her eyes and leaned back, trying to get back some of that interrupted sleep.

Her head dropped onto Peter's shoulder.

MJ had a very odd dream. She couldn't recall it, later on, but she had the vague sense that she was getting married.

Her dress wasn't anything memorable, but it was very white, on the verge of being blue.

She remembered Dr. Banner was walking her down the aisle. That was a good choice of her dream self, because her own father probably wouldn't even bother to open the wedding invitation.

Now, who was she walking to...?

MJ tried to squint, but the image was still unfocused. It was only until she reached the altar that MJ realized who it was. She blinked in surprise, and suddenly, she was awake.

Peter was shaking her gently. "Wake up," he whispered. "We got here a little while ago, but Mr. Stark wants us to leave the Quinjet before he– quote-unquote– 'locks it'."

MJ sighed. "Okay, then," she muttered, allowing herself to be hauled up by her friend.

Who she just happened to marry in a dream.