A/N: First of all, I forgot to say this in the last chapter; if anything in my interpretation of India or my medical terms are off, then I'm sorry. The only things I know were looked up on Wikipedia mostly.

That said, go check out the new poll on my profile page! It really does concern you guys, since it will determine how long it can be until a sequel to this can come out.

Do you know what it's like when

You're not who you wanna be?

Do you know what it's like to

Be your own worst enemy

Who sees the things in me I can't hide?

-Never Surrender: Skillet

Bruce was sure the clinic hadn't been this crowded the last time he was here. Nor had the doctor looked this relieved to see him.

"Daktar Banner!" The doctor quickly made his way through the beds to their little group. "It is good you are here! There is much illness, we do not understand it." He said, getting a little quieter on the last part. Bruce frowned and slipped his glasses on.

"Show me." He said, following the doctor to a patient, completely forgetting about his team.

Steve POV…

Seeing Bruce go into Doctor mode was interesting. Steve had been around a lot of doctors, a side hazard to standing up to bullies, but he'd never seen one like Bruce. How a man who was so self-deprecating could show such gentleness to his patients was just awe-inspiring and he wanted to help. Steve waved down a woman walking by.

"Um, excuse me ma'am, but how can we help?" He questioned. The woman just looked confused and Steve looked to Natasha for help. He didn't know a word of Hindi, it hadn't exactly been essential in World War II. Unsurprisingly, the master assassin stepped up and started speaking what sounded like gibberish to Steve, but must have made sense to the woman,-undoubtedly a nurse-as she pointed towards the opposite side of the room before waving a hand at the patients all while speaking. Natasha nodded and the woman walked away.

"All right, we are supposed to go get some water and try to cool the fevers. There's already some water here, but the plumbing is broken, so we have to haul some up from the hose." Natasha said. Steve nodded, his mind already working.

"Alright, Thor and I can do that. Tony, you start working on the plumbing to fix it. If you see anything else that needs to be fixed, then do it. Hire someone to help if you have to. Natasha and Clint, you start doing whatever it is she said to do to cool the fevers." He ordered, heading towards the back of the room where he saw some buckets.

"Got it Capsicle!" Tony appeared to be out of his state of shock. Steve wasn't entirely sure that was a good thing. For now though, the Avengers had assembled.

Bruce POV…

Bruce barely noticed the rest of the team going about different duties; he was so busy cataloguing symptoms. It looked like influenza, only a much stronger form. If that was true, he needed more medicine and better facilities. He glanced around the room, noting that Tony, Thor, and Steve had all disappeared while Clint and Natasha were flitting around the room, washing patients faces and talking to them briefly. He ran a hand through his hair and took his glasses off, cleaning them nervously.

"I know that look, what's wrong?" Tony startled him into jumping a little before turning to face the genius.

"Well, it looks like this is a particularly nasty form of influenza. Basically we need some antiviral medicines, and somewhere that we can quarantine everyone. But I have no way to do that!" Bruce could feel his heartbeat spiking out of frustration. Whoa Big Guy, it's alright… Tony held up his hands.

"Hey, don't go getting green on me here Doc. Are you forgetting that you're with Tony Stark? Just tell me what you need and I'll get you whatever you need. Do we need to take them to a hospital?" He asked, not snarky for once. Bruce shook his head, slowly calming down.

"No, this is the closest clinic. And besides, most of these people would already be in the hospital if they could go. Are you sure you want to do this?" Bruce questioned, actually looking Tony in the eye.

"What, be one of the caring ones for once? Absolutely! Now, write down what you need, since I probably won't understand it anyways, and I'll get started." The billionaire handed him a small memo book and Bruce started writing. He was actually fairly glad that he'd come back now; he wouldn't have been able to do this alone.