Not That Kind of Doctor (Jane/Kate)
“What the futz are you doing, lady, trying to get yourself killed?”
The brown-haired woman with the big eyes and the death wish looks at her, jaw slack, before shaking her head. “Actually I’m calibrating the sensors to act as a barrier for the multi-dimensional creatures, because if we just deal with the dimensions we can experience we won’t actually stop them.”
“Holy shit,” Kate says, coming out of her funk for long enough to shoot an arrow through the pan-dimensional asshole heading for them. “I thought that you were going to be one of those table-top gamers or a sci-fi writer.”
Kate shoots another swooping creature and the woman goes back to fiddling with knobs on some sort of screen. “So are you Clint’s sidekick, or something?” she raises her voice as Kate’s arrow explodes in another advancing thing.
Kate’s breath is more of a squawk, which causes the woman to look up at her with a smirk. “He doesn’t shut up about you, you know.”
“Wait, aren't you the science lady from New Mexico?”
“Science lady?” the science lady scoffs, tapping at her screen which somehow arrests the movement of the nearest group of the pan-dimensional-bat-tiger-dragon things. “Glad to know I made an impression.”
“Tell Doctor Foster whatever she did is working,” Clint says in her ear. “And to keep doing it.”
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Doctor Foster’s device works really, really well.
Only some of the monsters have projectile teeth, so, screw that.
“I’m bleeding!” Kate shouts at her soulmate. “Aren’t you supposed to be a doctor or something?”
“I’m not that kind of doctor!” the woman shouts back. “I’m an astrophysicist! Damn it, don’t bleed on the tech!”
She rips off her plaid overshirt and shoves it against Kate’s bleeding leg. She’s even smaller without the bulky flannel.
“You’re so tiny,” Kate pokes at the doctor’s arm. “I’mma crush you with my giant hands.”
Doctor Foster bats said hands away from her. “Your hands are hardly giant, Hawkeye.”
“You’re small,” Kate repeats, starting to get a little woozy. “Could carry you around in my quiver, no problem. Science to go.”
Her vision is getting dark around the edges—“Gonna pass out now, kay?”
“What? No! Don’t you dare!”
There’s a sharp sting against Kate’s cheek and Doctor Foster is shaking her hand out.
“What the futz, lady?” Kate snaps. “Did you just slap me?”
“Clint said I had to keep you awake until he got here—"
“Clint is an asshole,” Kate growls, seeing the man himself approaching. “And I’m going to pass out for real now.”
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Doctor Foster’s name is Jane.
David thinks Kate should just call her Doctor.
Kate’s response is that she doesn’t know if Jane is into role-playing, a statement she will later claim was brought on by blood loss.
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“Doctor Foster,” Phil is saying in his SHIELD-goonie voice. “We need that tech so we can replicate it.”
“You can’t have it,” Jane snaps, getting in his face—or as close to in his face as someone that short can be. “You’re going to try and weaponize it, so, no. If you want to send some of your science types to observe, or to get ideas, then maybe—just maybe I will agree to that.”
“Doctor Foster, might I remind you that you don’t have any bargaining power in this situation? We’re SHIELD. How would you like to disappear from every scientific journal—"
“Seriously, Phil?” Kate finally interrupts. “Dude. Stop. Stop 1984-ing people.” She glares at him, pointing one of her newly-acquired crutches at him. “Remember I know where you sleep and I have good aim.”
Phil rolls his eyes at her. “Hawkeye. Miss Lewis. Doctor Foster. We’ll be in touch.”
“And stay out!” Darcy hollers at his retreating back.
“This is going to be so handy!” Jane’s eyes light up when she looks at Kate. “My own personal muscle to intimidate SHIELD right back.”
“Listen,” Kate feels her face heat. “I’m not your personal anything, okay, so you can just stop right there—"
At some point in her speech, Jane seems to have made a decision and stands right in front of Kate, putting her hands on Kate’s face and kissing her.
Holy shit.
Kate’s brain slowly fizzles and melts as Jane bites at Kate’s lips, her tongue slipping into Kate’s mouth.
She struggles not to whine as Jane pulls away with a wet sort of pop.
“Ugh, gross, get a room,” Darcy says, throwing something at them that Kate catches. Popcorn?
“This is my lab, Darcy,” Jane says. “You get a room.”
“Nobody’s getting a room!” Kate feels like the situation is quickly spiraling out of her control.
“I don’t do threesomes,” Darcy says, flouncing out.
Kate's jaw works silently as she stares at the spot where Darcy used to be.
“So,” Jane suddenly looks shy. “I guess I should have asked if you’re into women before kissing you?”
“I’m into everyone,” Kate says before she can think better of it. “Is that—“
“Your mark? Yeah,” Jane pulls the strap of her top down so Kate can see What the futz are you doing, lady, trying to get yourself killed? curving from the front of her shoulder to the back. “Where’s mine?”
“Oh, uh,” Kate suddenly flushes. “It’s kind of hard to get at. Like, if I’m wearing shorts, you can see it. It goes around the top of my thigh. Twice.”
“I guess I was kind of verbose,” Jane’s laugh is nervous.
“Just a little.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t make it to sickbay before they let you out. I thought you’d be in longer than a few hours and I didn’t think SHIELD would start harping on us so fast.”
“Phil’s all bluster about this sort of thing,” Kate shrugs. “He wouldn’t actually black-bag you, and if he did—“
“You would kill him?”
“What? No! Jesus, you’re bloodthirsty.”
“Says the woman who shoots aliens with arrows.”
Kate feels like a specimen being examined, the way Jane looks at her, calculating and—
And Jane’s kissing her again, and this time Kate manages to tangle her fingers in her silky brown hair, tugging a little before Jane pulls back.
“What were you saying?” she sounds breathless.
“What?” Kate can’t remember. “Oh my God, you’re going to get me killed.”
Jane’s responding grin is a little dazzling and Kate has the overwhelming feeling that if anything tries to kill her, Jane will have a lot more than some strong words to throw at it.