Tony looked at Bruce. "You are a real doctor?"
"I have a Ph.D.," Bruce grumbled. "And that led me here… I should have quit high school."
"But you have a medical Ph.D.?" Tony asked.
"I can also ask Natasha to take care of you." Bruce snapped.
The genius shook his head and groaned in pain. "Natasha would kill me!"
"Hold still! You're going to hurt yourself." Bruce said, leaning over Tony. "Ah, okay… I'll be right back." Bruce fetched a first aid kit and took care of Tony.
