Superpowered Worldlings
It had been a feat to get the unconscious girl settled in the Med Bay, not that she'd put up any opposition — she remained limp to this moment — the other girl, however… The other girl had become near feral as soon as she'd realized there were other people in the room.
When the Avengers got over the initial shock they acted on impulse and went over to them. Half to make sure they weren't a threat and half to make sure the girl wasn't dead.
The blonde one — Sarah — had gone quiet as soon as she properly saw their faces. She paled and muttered a quiet ‘What the fuck’ before she let Bruce take Morgan in his arms and into the Med Bay. The other Morgan going outside with her father, probably to the other Avengers.
Sarah, who looked beyond freaked out, had refused to leave Morgan’s side — only doing so when absolutely necessary; during the examination and assessment of injuries — and when Helen Cho asked if they should get her checked out as well the idea was quickly shut down, if somewhat harshly, by the blonde.
Now, almost three hours later, Sarah was sitting inside a hospital room in the Med Bay with Morgan still unconscious on the bed.
She'd gone through several sandwiches and bags of chips, courtesy of Bruce, and now she was slowly drinking the last of her water bottle.
Natasha and Maria were outside the room speaking to Tony — who had gone up to quote-unquote ‘get an update to give the team, not because he was concerned’ — and Bruce, who went over to Helen right as Natasha finished catching Tony up with their findings.
The general prognosis was malnourishment, a concussion, a few fractured ribs, and several injuries in different stages of healing going back a few months. There was also a long list of poorly healed injuries from at least a couple of years back, the underlying issue of genital trauma along with bruises in all shapes and colors, and the soles of her feet, which were in less than ideal conditions.
Maria’s eyes wandered back to the room, which caused the girl inside to divert her eyes from where she had been intently staring at the woman. The girl didn't look great, but her state was nowhere near as bad as the other girl’s, — Morgan is what she called her — and if the woman had to guess most of it was shock. Both of them were undoubtedly teenagers, that's for sure.
“Ria?”
“Hmm,” She looked back at Natasha, snapping out of her thoughts, as the redhead squeezed her hand.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” Maria glanced back inside the room where the girl was dutifully reading the tag of the water bottle — definitely not trying to eavesdrop — before looking back at her girlfriend.
“I have a weird feeling about this.” She placed her hands on Natasha’s waist as a playful smirk tugged at her lips, “Probably just lack of sleep.”
Natasha pulled her closer and their lips met for a second before they parted.
“Imma go back in,” Maria motioned to the room with her head, “see if I get something out of her.”
Natasha hummed, keeping one hand on her girlfriend's waist, “Helen’s got some more stuff to show us. Something about the kid’s bloodwork,” She was the one glancing inside the room this time, “I’ll bring coffee when that's done.”
Maria smiled and kissed her again, this time a little longer.
“Thanks.”
Natasha gave her another kiss, “See you later.” With that Nat turned around and walked back to the two doctors.
Maria then went over to the door and placed her hand on the identification pad. It beeped twice before Maria was let in.
She let the door close behind her and sat down on one of the free chairs.
She didn't say anything at first, just observed the blonde girl and tried to figure out if she'd break the silence first.
She didn't.
She barely even looked at her. Instead, she picked at the label of the bottle until it tore.
“Sarah?”
The girl's head snapped up. For a moment she resembled a deer caught in the headlights. Just for a moment though.
She looked back down in a wink but Maria didn't miss the way her eyes glistened.
She frowned, she needed to get her to engage somehow, “That's your name, right?”
The girl sniffed and slumped in her chair, making quick work of ripping up the label of the bottle in small pieces.
Maria sighed as she watched her.
The room fell into silence once more and then Maria was fishing something out of her pocket and extending it to Sarah.
“You want gum?” This, it seems, did the trick.
Sarah looked up at Maria and her gaze traveled to the extended hand, “What?” Her brows furrowed and her nose scrunched up in utter confusion.
“Gum.” Maria took one out for herself.
She took in the girl's shiny eyes. They were Hazel, with what seemed like blue-ish tones heavily accentuated by her teary gaze.
As she popped the strip of gum in her mouth she said, “It’s mint.”
Sarah snorted, which caught both of them by surprise.
Maria just watched, making sure to school her features completely.
The girl covered her face with her hands and spoke from behind them.
“It's not funny. I'm sorry…” She rubbed her face and hunched over, leaning on her knees, “God, it's really not funny.”
Quite frankly, Maria wasn't sure if the kid was having a mental breakdown right then and there but she was secretly glad for the loud groan that interrupted whatever it was.
. . .
Morgan did not have a fucking clue as to what was happening.
Her body ached and it felt heavy. She tried moving an arm. It was like lead.
She heard someone talking around her and she heard a steady beep beep beep. The steady kind of beep beep beep that filled her with dread every single time. The kind that reminded her of being twelve and scared and alone.
The smell of antiseptic attacked her nose and it was all too familiar in one too many ways and-
She heard a groan. She felt the groan.
Was it hers?
Then she heard her name, felt a hand on hers.
She blinked — tried to anyway — and her hand jerked. Why did everything feel so goddamn heavy?
She tried to open her eyes again and a flash of light made her close them shut.
She lifted her left hand and shielded her eyes from the light. She felt something covering her forehead. Soft, maybe a little rough. Was that… gauze?
She prodded at it with her fingers and winced. It hurt.
“Morgan?”
That was her name. Someone was calling her name.
“Morgan.” There it was again.
People were talking around her.
“Hey.”
“She's awake.”
She groaned when someone shone a light in her eyes.
“Morgan?” The light went away and the room lost brightness.
Cool fingers pressed momentarily against the sides of her head, which made her shift her face away.
“She's responsive.”
“She looks drugged.”
“She's concussed.”
“Yeah, no shit.”
There was a beat of silence as someone did quick work of checking her over with gentle fingers.
“Morgan,” the girl opened her eyes, unfocused and dazed, “Hey, I'm Dr. Cho.”
She focused on the woman speaking to her, “Helen, if you like.” She had a kind smile.
She just about managed to let out a grunt before the pain from the rest of her body began to make itself known.
Besides the throbbing in her head, there was a consistent, very uncomfortable pressure clawing its way up from her chest. The heaviness in her arms hadn't subsided, and she realized that her legs felt the same way as well. She then became aware that her feet stung and they were wrapped tightly in something, more gauze if she had to guess.
That weird pressure in her chest became more prominent, and, as it built up in time with her headache, her stomach flipped.
She thrust forward and spilled the contents of her stomach onto the floor, barely missing the bed and the Doctor, who held her hair back as she hunched forward., “It's alright,” She soothed as Morgan was left dry heaving into the metal bowl that was placed below her mouth.
Her stomach finally settled enough for her to lay back down on the bed, now significantly more aware than before.
She took notice of the people around the room, to her left was the Doctor — Elen? No, Helaine maybe… Helen! —, in front of her bed she could see two women, both standing, both slightly on edge. They looked familiar. Was the redhead Natasha Romanoff? And the other one? Black hair, blue eyes… She looked familiar, why di-
“Morgan.” She looked toward the voice, to her right, gritting her teeth when the quick movement elicited a sharp ache to settle inside her head.
As soon as she saw the blonde hair everything came flooding back… Skip coming home early (and drunk already)… her needing to get away… the tower… the blinding light…
“Morgan.”
Her eyes settled on the blonde, “What the fuck happened?” Her voice sounded rough but she seemed to be considerably better.
Sarah bit back a relieved sigh, “You tell me, asshole,” She sat back down on her chair, which the other women took as a sign to relax — Maria sat back down and Natasha leaned against the wall —, “You passed out on me.”
Morgan tsked her tongue, taking the banter as a welcome distraction, “Aw, sweetie. Is that worry I hear?”
Helen watched them with a small smile as she silently left the room.
“You wish,”
“How’re you feeling?” Natasha spoke, effectively shutting down any snide remarks left for the girls to throw at each other.
Morgan turned to her, tensing up ever so slightly at the two unknown women.
Taking note of her uneasiness Natasha smiled as she reclined her head against the wall, “This is Maria,” she took a sip from a coffee cup before handing it to the woman — Maria —, “and I'm Na-”
Morgan was quick to interrupt, “I know who you are.”
Helen and Bruce entered the room just as she said, “And you're dead.”
Sarah bit back a snort, “Jeez Queens, straight to it.”
Morgan shot her a look, “She is, for the both of us.” She narrowed her eyes, “Wait, how are you here? Where even is here?”
Sarah gave a shrug of the shoulders, “Bites me.”
. . .
“So, let me get this straight,” Tony ran a hand over his goatee, “We got two teenagers in the Med Bay who are from other universes, and also super-powered.”
“The word used was ‘enhanced’.” Natasha hopped up on the counter.
“Uh-huh, yeah.” He turned to Bruce, “What’d Strange say?”
“Couldn’t tell over the absolute mess that was the Sanctum.” Bruce took out a few mugs to pour his tea. “Anyone want some? Wanda asked me to save her a mug.” He took a sip and grimaced, setting it down to cool, “America might come ‘round soon by the way.”
With that, Bruce put the drinks in a tray and excused himself to get Wanda her tea.
Tony groaned before raising his hands in defeat.
“I'm gonna watch Moana with my kid, hopefully ,it'll give me less of a headache than this. You two are in charge of the worldlings downstairs.” He pointed at Maria and Natasha right as he reached the stairs and then shouted over his shoulder, “Good luck!”
Maria settled herself between Natasha’s legs and sighed as she looked up at her, “Wanna take five before we go back?”
Natasha leaned down and pressed her forehead against the stressed-out woman’s, “Don’t think we can afford that right now Ria.”
Maria let her eyes close for a few seconds before letting out something akin to a groan. She took hold of the tablet lying flat next to Natasha’s hip.
Helen and Bruce had uploaded everything they found about the girls’ in a joint file, which was packed with every detail about Morgan’s health and zero pertaining to Sarah's. The girl had willingly given them almost anything they wanted to know about her world but had shut them down as soon as a physical examination was mentioned, similarly, Morgan hadn't given them any trouble when it came to her treatment — save the occasional whine and comment of how much she didn't like hospitals, which was remedied the slightest bit when Bruce offered music as a distraction — but when confronted about what happened to her she had made a ‘joke’ about having jumped from a building and when asked about her world she had refused to say a word, effectively shutting down any questions about her life.
Maria looked up from the screen as Natasha hopped down from the counter and opened the fridge, taking out two water bottles, before reaching over to the pantry and taking out a few pre-packaged snacks.
She put the tablet back down and raised an eyebrow at her girlfriend, “Want a hand?”
Natasha set the items on the counter and smiled sweetly at her, “Don’t stress over it Masha, you're taking the water.”
“Oh I'm sorry, is the great Black Widow afraid of a little cold water?” They started walking toward the elevator with the food and drinks in hand.
“They're freezing! I swear the guys just forget about them. We could fill an entire freezer with just their bottles.”
“You're going soft, Romanoff.”
“You didn't seem to think so last night, Hill.”
The elevator closed, showing a sly smirk forming on Natasha's face as she glanced at the blue-eyed beauty standing next to her.