Raising a challenging brow, he stared the girl down. But seeing as she did face off an alien army with them and survived being fed to one of the carrier whales, his stare more than likely wasn't going to do much.
Tony felt pride in watching his daughter keep her ground against the marksman. He also found it highly entertaining that Barton felt the need to defend himself from Kagome.
She let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. "I've treated enough battle wounds to know where, how much and all for what. And then there's the medical treatment off the battlefield."
Narrowing his eyes, he took in the kit. It was a standard first aid kit, only, larger. "Sure you have everything you need?"
"Unless you're in need of heavy surgery, then yes." she turned towards her father. "Go ahead and get out of that thing, then I'll treat your wounds as well."
Her tone left no room for argument, so holding his hands up in the universal sign of surrender, Tony left for his lab. He did wear a grimace, the old way was a little more on the painful side, and it would only be that much more now that he was tender.
"Well, who's first?" Kagome chirped the question out, eager to help treat the others so they could all finally relax. Not only that, all that fighting and using her abilities worked up quite the appetite.
When no one stepped forward willingly, Kagome let out a puff of air as she rolled her eyes. Honestly, after everything they just went through, they were scared of her and a first aid kit?
AN: Everybody loves Mondays! Well, this one is still rather nice for a Monday. Nice weather, got early off and now... yeah. Hopefully it'll end well.