Bender [s.r.]

0.2

Steve and I walked up the stairs where the rest of the team was, except for Thor. I walked over to the room where Natasha was, looking down to Clint. 

The man who always looked tough, as if he could handle anything. He was injured to an extent that took him down, but he was storming through it.

"How's he doing?" I wondered, peeking my head in. Clint looked up at me, giving a thumbs up, even though he was sore.

"He's going to be okay." She nodded, the stress was vivid in her light eyes. "Are you sure he's gonna be okay?" Natasha asked Doctor Cho who turned around. "Pretending to need this guy really brings the team together." She smirked.

"There's no possibility of deterioration." She explained. I walked over to her as she pointed out the stats. "The nano-molecular functionality is instantaneous. His cells don't know they're bonding with simulacra."

"You are creating new tissue?" I asked, furrowing my brows as my face showed I was interested in the way she was healing him.

"If you brought him to my lab, the Regeneration Cradle could do this in twenty minutes."

"Oh, he's flat-lining. Call it. Time?" Tony walked in with drinks for everyone.

"No, no, no, I'm gonna live forever." Clint spoke tiredly with a small laugh. "I'm gonna be made of plastic."

"Here's your beverage." Tony handed the health drink to Clint before passing the rest around.

"You'll be made of you, Mr. Barton." Doctor Cho smiled sweetly. "Your own girlfriend won't be able to tell the difference."

"I don't have a girlfriend." Clint stated, shaking his head before taking a sip.

"That I can't fix." She walked back to her stats. "This is the next thing, Tony. Your clunky metal suits are gonna be left in the dust."

"That is exactly the plan." Tony nodded. "And, Helen, I expect to see you at the party on Saturday.

"Unlike you, I don't have a lot of time for parties." She chuckled as she looking down at her computer before looking up again. "Will Thor be there?" She asked hesitantly.

~~~

I set down my book onto the soft mattress of my bed as a knock at the door tore my mind away from the mystery of Baskerville. 

I had always had an interest for the characters Sherlock and John Watson, so I often found myself reading their novel.

"Come in." I spoke up as I stood up from my bed.

"Why aren't you getting ready?" Natasha asked me.

"I don't party, Nat."

"You will tonight." She smiled before walking over to my closet. Her smile fell as she was greeted with jackets, t-shirts, jeans, converse, and more jeans.

"You aren't going to find much in there." I shook my head at the agent. She dug into the back of my closet. "Not even sure if I own a dress."

"Bingo." She smiled. She pulled out a black crop top, floral shorts, and a light rust coloured cardigan. "I bought this for you maybe a year ago, have you ever worn it?" She asked me, as she raised her brows, a playful smile on her lips.

"I only know how to dress jeans and a tee shirt. Answer: cargo jacket and converse." I rolled my eyes before taking the clothes and making my way to the bathroom. I changed from the clothes I was wearing from earlier that day.