I'm A Doctor, Dammit

The Next Morning

Stella pulled Kennedy into a tight hug when she arrived. "God, Kennedy, I thought that asshole was going to kill you." Kennedy laughed weakly into her shoulder. "But, hey, we get to stay with the Avengers! This is, like, a hotel." Stella lowered her voice. "I'm hoping to watch them work out." Kennedy laughed.

"I'm sorry this happened to you." Kennedy said, looking down at her newly wrapped leg.

"Nah, it's fine. It'll make me look badass."

"Ladies," Steve walked over. Stella looked over to Kennedy and bit her lip and winked, "I'll show you to your room."

"Steve, you take Stella up. I'll be there in a second." Steve nodded and offered his arm to Stella as she limped with him towards the elevator. Kennedy walked up to were Natasha was standing. "Thank you, Natasha."

"No need to thank me, it was an honor tackling a scumbag. And, I "accidently" hit his head on the rim of the car as he got in." Kennedy smiled and instinctively put her hands to her back pockets, when she realized she had been in her pajamas the entire time. "You should get some sleep, Kennedy." Natasha rubbed the side of her arm before leaving for the elevator. Now the only people left in the lobby were Pietro and Kennedy.

"So...I want to say thank you but I feel like that's not enough." Kennedy walked toward Pietro who had his arms crossed, leaning against a wall. "I could make you a cake but I'm not promising it to be edible." Pietro chuckled and pushed himself from the wall. He took a few steps towards Kennedy. "Um, when I was in Paris it got really cold and I tried to knit myself a scarf. I bet I could do it again, it'd take me a while, and it's nowhere near winter-" Pietro lowered his head and put a soft kiss against Kennedy's lips. "You're right, scarf's a bad idea. How about a puppy, I'm a good judge of cute puppies?" Pietro kissed her again, trying to get his message across. "You may look like a large dog kind of guy, but I feel like-"

"Kennedy," Pietro said softly. "I don't need anything but you." He pressed his lips to her cheek, he felt her smile as he did. When he pulled his head back he laughed at Kennedy's expression. Her mouth was gapped and the corners of her mouth were turned up. She looked between his eyes and shook her head. "What?" He asked.

"I...have no idea how to respond to that. If this was a movie, the screen would cut to the next scene after you said that, but this isn't a movie and I have no idea what to say." Pietro raised his hands to her cheeks and caressed them softly. Kennedy was so tired, she swayed into his touch and closed her eyes.

"You don't have to say anything, umnyye ptitsy." Kennedy smiled up at her boyfriend before lightly pushing him away. She held onto his hand and pulled him toward the stairwell. In a flash he picked her up, she squealed as her hair blew into her face. "You don't need to walk up those stairs anymore."

"That's my main work out, Pietro. I'm going to get fat." Pietro kissed her forehead.

"Don't worry, I'll think of another activity to keep you fit."

Pietro placed Kennedy in a guest bed. The room was bare, the complete opposite of her regular room. Pietro was already planning to gather up all her belongings and bring them back here. He would much rather have her in a room closer to his, but that could be decided later. He tucked her in and Kennedy grabbed the pillow and hugged it. She held onto Pietro's hand. She opened her eyes the tiniest bit, smiling up at Pietro. Kennedy wanted to open her mouth and tell him to stay, but she just couldn't move. Her hand fell down on the bed and her eyes closed. "Goodnight, umnyye ptitsy."

Stella woke up with her hand on a person's stomach. Her head was pounding, her throat was sore, and her cheeks were wet. She looked up to find Steve holding her to his chest. His hand was pushing her hair away from her face.