Ron had never really been in a hospital before. Magical or otherwise to his recollection. SHIELD had been good about having him medically up to date with check ups and vaccinations. And the medical wing in Hogwarts hardly counted. it was a school's very well set up nurse's office for all the boarding students. So, well, everybody there.

And now here he was with a worried and active Bruce and a distraught and possibly frustrated Tony. His dad sat next to him as a steady anchor, saying that Hermione would be fine. She was trying something at a beginner level. He doubted beginner level material would be life crippling if it was easy to buy the instructions.

In theory at least. Clint wrapped his arm around Ron's shoulder in a comforting manner as they waited for news from the Doctors. Clint vaguely noticed a man walking with purpose looking slightly irritated make his way towards the emergency area. He didn't quite stand out with his mousy brown hair and slight stubble. Average build, a little on the heavier side. Not quite pale skin but certainly not dark.

If not for the hard look in his eyes Clint knew all too well from working at SHIELD, he would have probably ignored him. Certainly a man on a mission and he seemed to think whatever he was going into he had a slight connection making it more personal.

"Doctor Cracknel? What are you doing here? I thought-"

"Doctor Page is busy out of state. I was closer."

"Um, of course sir."

"What's the room number?"

"Four."

"Is there a cauldron set up?"

"Yes sir."

"Any knowledge of the potion that landed them here?"

"According to the guardian, color changing potion."

"Any knowledge of which one?" He asked as he left through the double doors down to one of the private medical sections. One that wasn't quite bad enough to count as an emergency, but one where the doctor would have to work rather quickly and apparently ideally alone in order to administer the treatments. At least, that was what Ron understood.

Clint's face relaxed a touch. Tony and Bruce had admitted that they had been working on a color changing potion and that had caused the accident. So with the doctor rushing in to deal with a color changing incident within the emergency room, it was probably to help Hermione.

Ron leaned into his dad and felt a stong arm wrap around his shoulder.

"I'm sure everything is going to be fine Ron. It was a basic potion and I'm sure that the Doctors will be able to help her."

"I hope so dad."

Ron's hands clenched in worry.

"C'mon kiddo, this is nothing like when Natasha came back from Guatemala is it?" Clint joked. A wet laugh came out getting a look from Tony. Bruce kept pacing back and forth, keeping his ears for calling out for him in regards to Hermione.

"I think the other guy was worse off than her. But you lost that bet with her and had to do the laundry from her mission. I can't remember. What were you too betting on? I can't remember."

"Oh... Um... what was it? I think it was whether Fitz or Simmons was faster."

"Oh yeah. And the floor was waxed and they both tripped. Uncle Fitz crossed first."

Doctor Cracknel entered the room holding a medical chart for the patient, with a stony expression seeing the unconscious young girl lying on the emergency room cot. His face betrayed nothing as he looked over her certainly altered appearance. Slightly purpled skin and hair practically bleached white.

"Basic potion for sure," he sighed and walked over to the cauldron. He opened the cabinet and began pulling out various viles of ingredients.

"Snake's tongue... Griffin feather... Pheasant eggs... Ashwinder dust..."

He placed them into a bowl and began to grind it into a paste. The paste was deposited into his cauldron and a fire was lit below. He paused a tapped his chin only to be off in a flurry, gathering and preparing other ingredients and working them quickly into the cauldron. The misture was a soft green color when he took a sniff. His nose scrunched and he grabbed a seemingly out of place grinder of sorts and cranked a black powder into it, not altering the color one bit, but seemed to be what Doctor Cracknel needed as he pulled a small portion of the liquid out and onto a sponge.

"Always the color changing potion."

He walked over to the unconscious girl and began to lightly pat the sponge onto her face. A faint sizzling noise filled the room as he applied the potion to the effected areas of her skin, followed by a few drops being squeezed into her hair.

"One potion down. One more to go," he commented as he tilted her head back. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a flash light. He turned it on to look into her nazel cavity. The inside showed signs of irritation only confirming what he assumed. Looking over her charts just in case of any medical alergies, he went back to the ingredient cabinet.

This was hardly going to be a pleasant ending to a rather unpleasant day altogether.

And cue the glares. Yep, Doctor Cracknel everybody. At least he's not a complete ass? Eh, he is what he is.

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