How Could you be so Stupid?!
“Nat, you alright?” Steve asked, taking down the last HYDRA guard so they could make their escape.
“Just peachy,” she shot back, sprinting out of the base just in time for the explosives Tony, herself, and Clint had implanted.
“You sure? You lost quite a bit of blood back there.”
“Steve, I’m fine,” Natasha growled.
He held his hands up in surrender. They walked the rest of the way to the Quinjet, Nat limping the entire way.
“Nat? Are you alright?” Clint asked, his eyes immediately landing on the deep stab wound on her thigh.
Nat groaned. “Barton, I’m fine. If one more person asks me if I’m alright, you all will be sorry.”
“At least let Bruce look at it,” Clint tried to argue. “It might need stitches.”
Natasha glared at him, and Clint backed off. She got up and found an empty locker room. After double-checking it was empty, Natasha locked the door and removed the tourniquet on her thigh before she peeled off her catsuit, leaving her in her bra and panties. She took out the first aid kit she nicked from the main hangar of the jet and got out the alcohol wipes. She winced at the first touch but quickly got to work when it passed. Once that was done, she could see it was quite deep and would need stitches. She got the needle and suture out and began threading it through her skin, not flinching the slightest at the pulling of her skin. She only needed five, which was nothing compared to other injuries she’s received. She applied some antibiotic ointment and placed some non-sticky gauze over the wound. Once she was done, she put everything away and slipped back into her catsuit. She remembered to put the tourniquet over so she didn’t give herself away. Natasha gave herself a quick once over, and satisfied with the results, she put the kit back before sneaking back into the main hangar of the jet.
“Where’d you disappear to?” asked Steve.
“Bathroom. Does Clint need any help up there?”
“Yeah.”
Natasha made her way up the cockpit, Steve’s eyes following her retreating backside, face pinched with worry and concern.
Avengers Compound
When the Quinjet landed, everyone got off, the last two being Nat and Clint. Yelena and Carol were waiting and seeing the redhead, relieved looks crossed their faces.
“I just think you should get it checked out, just in case. I don’t want you to die from stubbornness,” they heard Clint say as the two got closer to the blondes.
“For the last time Clint, I’m fine. It’s just a little scratch, nothing I can’t handle,” Natasha responded, exasperation lacing her voice. Yelena and Carol both noticed the slight limp the redhead had but didn’t say anything, wanting to hear what Nat had to say about it.
“Will you two talk some sense into her? I can’t,” Clint fumed before storming off.
Nat rolled her eyes at his mini temper tantrum and turned to face the two blondes, smile falling when she saw their faces. “No. No way. I’m not going to the medical wing. I. Am. Fine.” Natasha emphasized each word to try and convince them she was indeed fine.
“What happened?” Carol asked, hands on her hips while Yelena’s arms were crossed.
“I got stabbed in the thigh, nothing major. It’s not that deep and it didn’t puncture any major arteries. Hence, I am fine. I just want to shower and rest.”
“Only if you get it checked,” Yelena said.
Nat groaned. “I don’t need it checked. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? Or are you just being stubborn, like Clint said?” Yelena asked while glaring at her sister.
Natasha sighed. “Will you stop bugging me if I get it checked?”
“Yes,” they said simultaneously.
Natasha groaned again and started her trek to the medical wing, Yelena and Carol following with triumphant looks being traded.
Medical wing
“Natasha is right. As long as she changes the bandage and applies the ointment it will heal just fine.”
Natasha gave them a look that said I told you so and Are you satisfied now?
“Should she have done them herself?” Carol asked, pointedly ignoring the smug look on her girlfriend’s face.
“Yeah, how could she be so stupid to do them herself?!” Yelena questioned incredulously.
“She was right to do them. Otherwise, she would have bled out. And she wasn’t being stupid, considering I taught her how to do them,” Dr. Cho revealed.
“You couldn’t have told us this from the start?!” Yelena exclaimed.
Nat smirked at them. “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, I like watching you two think you’re right.” Natasha turned to the brunette. “I’m good to go?”
Dr. Cho shook her head at Natasha but smiled at her and told her that she was indeed good to go.
“Great. Until next time Doc,” Nat said while hopping off the exam table, shouting an “I love you idiots!” before disappearing down the hall.
“She’s so dead,” Yelena grumbled.
“Totally,” Carol agreed.
“Heard that!”
They both sighed. They thanked Helen for her help and also left the medical wing, plotting their revenge against Natasha along the way.