Supernatural Management Division: A Marvel Avengers x Supernatural Crossover

Patient, Doctor, Pilot, Fugitive: 2013

Soz for the late update my dudes

Now that Natasha had both Clint and Nick looking for clothes, and Steve also showing no signs of returning, she took the opportunity to try to leave the hospital wing, and in fact the entire Helicarrier undetected.

First she went about quickly but carefully removing the various tubes and wires that were either stuck to or inserted into her skin, making sure she drew as little blood as possible to lower the chance of infection. She awkwardly dragged her legs over the edge of the bed, allowing them to hang there for a second as she attempted to regain her composure.

She silenced the beeping noise coming from the machines by reaching over to behind the cabinet and flicking the switch on the wall. It'd only be a matter of time before medical staff came flooding in to see what the matter was, despite Fury warning them off previously.

Natasha inhaled deeply and used her hands to push herself on to the floor, she almost lost her balance despite her earlier preventative measure. She grabbed what she could see was hers from around the room: her cell, a set of keys (most likely for her motorbike), a black hoodie and some black combat boots. Once she had these items she carefully made her way toward the door.

She peered through the window reluctantly, making sure there was no one situated directly outside the room who would see her try to leave, after seeing it was clear she stopped for a moment to assess the likelihood of her escaping. Her eyes immediately fell to the hospital gown she was wearing, and she soon realised that she wasn't going to leave in that unnoticed.

Just as she thought she'd have to make an awkward run for it, she saw a young man in scrubs pushing a trolley down the hall with what appeared to be clean sets of scrubs for the other medical staff. Nice.

Natasha quickly exited the room, keeping her head down and ensuring that she walked straight into the body of the man pushing the trolley, he immediately gasped in surprise and set about apologising frantically.

"Oh god, I'm sorry ma'am, I wasn't looking where I was going and I didn't see you there and-"

Natasha cut him off, still avoiding eye contact. "It's okay. Do you know where I could find the bathroom?" She asked innocently, knowing that this would most likely cause the man to look away from the contents of the trolley.

"Oh yeah, sure..." He began, pivoting on his heels to face the direction he had come from. He began pointing and speaking but Natasha focused solely on picking out a pair of bottoms and a top, along with a surgical mask and hat before the man turned back around.

"Is that okay for you?" He asked, smiling as he turned back to face her.

"Uh... Yeah thanks, I'm sure I'll find them." She returned his smile and began hastily walking in the direction he had specified.

Upon finding the bathroom, she immediately locked herself inside, removed the hospital gown and set about dressing as a surgeon. She tucked the majority of her red hair into the hat, that being the most obvious feature of hers, and then carefully slid the mask straps over each ear. She looked in the mirror to assess her work and could even tell just by the look of and around her eyes that she was worn down.

She blinked away the glassy feeling in her eyes and distracted herself immediately when she felt the cell in her pocket vibrate. She checked the screen and saw a message from Barton: found some of your old clothes. Be back in a min.

Shit. She thought. It'd only be a matter of time before Nick and Clint realised that they were both out looking for the same thing, and then they'd both clock what she was doing. She put on the boots she picked up and grabbed her other belongings, she unlocked the bathroom door and immediately walked over to an unattended cleaning trolley and began wheeling it down the corridor toward the elevator.

Since there were separate elevators that went upwards and downwards, she knew there was a pretty good chance she wouldn't walk into Clint, Nick or Steve on the way up to the hangar. As she approached the elevator she could hear a commotion behind her as staff had realised that her bed was empty, and within seconds there was an intercom announcement that sounded throughout the entire ship. "Nick Fury to medical. I repeat, Nick Fury to medical. Immediately."

Natasha picked up the pace slightly and ditched the trolley as she walked into the elevator, seemingly the only one using the machine. She pressed the number for the top floor, just below the hangar and watched as the chaos down the hall was shrouded by the metal doors coming together. The elevator made a dinging noise as she reached her destination and she quickly exited the box.

After making sure no one else was in the halls, she made her way to the locker room for the pilots of the fighter jets. She peered in and found that it too was also empty of people. She marched hastily over to a locker with the name "George Tucker" scrawled across it, she new of the man and was aware that he was quite petite, meaning his gear would most likely fit her.

She removed the mask and hat and threw them to the floor, allowing her to press her ear to the metal as she turned the dial on the combination lock. She heard a click and moved the dial the other way, after hearing a second tick she felt the door unlock and she pulled it open to reveal George's all black pilot gear.

Within minutes she was ready to go again, the scrubs littered across the floor and the only thing left to put on being the black helmet that would help disguise her face. She pulled it over her hair and pulled down the visor, before exiting the room and getting back into the elevator which hadn't moved from her floor. She arrived on the hangar and instantaneously spotted her Quinjet, and made a beeline straight for it.

She was glad to find that the back door was already open and that her bike had been moved inside from Fury's jet, and as she was about to enter the jet she noticed what appeared to be the bag of weapons she had taken to Tennessee also inside the jet too. Fantastic.

She removed the helmet, as it probably had some sort of chip inside it and tossed it to the side of the aircraft. This seemed to attract attention from the near by hangar staff as they looked over and, knowing that the jet was still supposed to be grounded for at least another day, started pointing and shouting into their radios that there seemed to be an unauthorised take off.

Natasha quickly ran to the cockpit, shutting the back door and engaging the steering. She manoeuvred the large jet through the various staff and other machines, picking up the pace as she heard a siren start to sound.

Once she reached the open runway, she engaged the flight engines and the Quinjet slowly rose off of the ground, without hesitation she pushed the aircraft to full throttle and had completely left the vicinity of the Helicarrier in less than a minute.

She quickly scoured the controls, searching for one button in particular: complete stealth mode. She pushed an obscure red rectangle and immediately saw the screen that allowed communication with the Helicarrier turn off, along with three or four lights across the controls.

Now she could finally do what she wanted, and there was nothing any of the other Avengers could do about it.

Or so she thought, as suddenly the screen that had just switched off turned back on, and a smug looking Tony Stark was smiling knowingly on the other side. Shit.