Ron yawned as he walked down the ship's corridors. Rainbow colors were still swirling in his mind. The man in black and green. The haunted poison green eyes.

He blamed the bomb dropped on him from Strange stating that his gift was actual magic.

With his dad gone and the day young, he took advantage of the empty halls in the ship and just wandered. As much as he liked hanging around in the vents, he also enjoyed stretching his legs and giving people a different kind of shock seeing a young boy in such a high tech military facility. Their faces really did brighten his day.

Besides, he had to take the halls today. After the last time his dad had tried to take the vents to the infirmary, they had been upgraded to prevent enemies from entering the room.

Killjoys.

Once he reached the infirmary, he entered it with an irritated look matching his dad's disgruntled features after being manhandled in for a check up after a particularly challenging mission.

"Nice pout Ron."

Ron's face flushed with embarrassment.

"Hello Uncle Phil."

"Hello Ron. Glad to see you showed up for your checkup."

"I'd rather not be dragged here by Auntie Tasha with a sore bum."

Phil smirked as he ushered in the doctor of the day. Funny how they never seemed to have the same doctor give him a check up. Though considering how they never passed the Clint test, it wasn't all that surprising. In fact, that was why they were giving him an appointment while Clint was out doing his job. This time, it was a young man, Caucasian. Blond hair, green eyes. Really short hair.

"Hello Ronald. I'm Doctor Jones. I'm going to be giving you your check up today. Are you ready?"

"How professional," Ron joked with Phil.

"Mind your manners Ron."

"Yes Uncle Phil," Ron said bowing his head. He heard Jones chuckling.

"No need for that. Why don't we start with your blood pressure?"

"Sure."

Jones smiled at Ron's nonchalance. Ron noted a small gap between his front teeth. Reaching into his bag and pulled out a sphygmomanometer. Ron stiffened knowing how the tool felt. Jones lightly touched his arm.

"Don't worry. It won't take long."

"I know," Ron defended, "I just wish I didn't need to do it. I'm fine."

"You sound like your dad," Phil muttered with good humor. Ron stuck out his tongue in retaliation.

"Please roll up your sleeve Ron."

Ron complied, his hand rolling his long sleeves up. He felt the familar wrap and the soft clinging sound of Velcro when he closed his eyes. He kept his breathing even like his Aunt Tasha told him to do when he felt uncomfortable. He felt the material tighten around his pale arm making him feel pins and needles. His arm felt the cool touch of a stethoscope on his arm.

"Have you had breakfast this morning Ron?"

"Uh. I did."

"What did you have for breakfast this morning?"

Ron opened his eyes as the pressure lessened on his arm.

"Honey nut Cheerios."

"And how much did you have?"

"A whole bowl. Like I always do," Ron answered somewhat cautiously. Doctor Jones glanced over at Coulson.

"Agent Coulson, if you wouldn't mind, I would like to take another blood pressure check before, and right after his lunch."

Ron scrunched up his nose in displeasure. Coulson nodded.

"Now Ronald, do you get headaches? Or double vision?"

"Sometimes I get headaches. But they aren't to bad. I can sleep them off and eat something and I feel better."

Doctor Jones hummed with interest.

"Have you been feeling anything odd? Maybe a little moody and you don't know why?"

"Are you telling me I'm turning into a teenager?" Ron half joked. Coulson raised his brow at the doctor, "Cause I'm not even twelve yet."

"Well it's possible your hormones are starting early. But rather unlikely. I'd need a blood draw to be certain."

"Dontor Jones?"

"What's wrong with me?" Ron questioned.

"Hopefully nothing," Coulson stated glaring at the doctor.

"Just low blood pressure Ronald. Nothing too strange with a growing young lad such as yourself. But it is a bit lower than what is considered normal. Even through a growth spurt. Did you eat dinner last night?"

"Yes."

Ron was asked a few more questions about his diet. Coulson remained tense as each question was asked. Ron had a feeling he wasn't going to see this doctor again with Coulson mirroring his father's pure look of displeasure.

"Why didn't you tell me you scheduled an appointment for Ron? I'm his dad!"

"You are terrible at scheduling appointments. You don't like the doctors and in turn don't make Ron go to them. It was better to do it while you were gone," Natasha stated. Clint gave her a mild glare.

"I would have taken him. Eventually."

"When? When he fainted?"

"Excuse me? Natasha what are you talking about? What's wrong with Ron? Is he hurt? Is he sick?"

"Funny how desperate you are with your son."

"No games Tasha. What's wrong with Ron?"

"He's hypoglycemic. Naturally lower blood pressure."

"So, low blood sugar. That's not so bad."

"Not if we keep him to his diet."

"Diet? Oh great. What can't I get him in the store anymore?"

"Start buying an extra box of cereal while your out."

"Start buying an extra- Excuse me?"

"He needs to eat more carbs. And with puberty in a few years... You're lucky you work for SHIELD."

"Damn."

"Dad? Why is my bowl bigger?"

"Because you're a growing boy."

"Daddy?"

"Ronnie."

"Dad... Is it because I'm sick?"

"No. You're not sick Ron. You're just different. Your body just a little more food than most."

"Oh. Okay. Thanks for clearing it up. Uncle Phil was a little confusing earlier."

"No problem bud. Phil is usually confusing."

"So that's why you put more potatoes on my plate."

Ron eats a lot. So when I was reading stuff online, I came across Hypoglycemia. Which is similar to my sister's salt deficiency. She has to keep her sodium levels higher because her body doesn't hold it in as well as the rest of our family. This also is what keeps her from eating items with potassium but anyway... I thought there might be an actual medical reason as to why he eats so much. Hypoglycemia is (from my research and a well informed reader...) low blood sugar.

This can happen when you have diabetes but not always. So... Yeah... Awesome stuff (not really).

Anyway, now that that's out of the way... Please review.