It felt like an eternity when Bruce had been called back alone. Tony offered to go as he insisted he would be paying for the medical attention, but Bruce insisted on going in alone. Ron looked at Clint with slight relief. She would be fine. It wasn't like they came out to say that she had died. And perhaps it was a stretch of the imagination to think of dying from a beginner level potion but after taking classes with Professor Snape, he knew that even the simple potions could have painful consequences.

So many had to visit Madam Pomfrey in his first year alone under the Slytherin head of house. And despite people complaining, Ron very much doubted it was due to Professor Snape's negligence. That is, if his temper when a potion went wrong was any indication.

Knowing that she would be coming out with Bruce made his heart lift a bit.

But with each second passing, his worry grew. What could possibly be taking so long?

"How is she?"

"Please just a moment sir, the doctor will be out in just a moment."

Bruce quietly huffed as he began waiting again. Thankfully someone did appear rather quickly. Just, not someone he thought he would recognize.

"You-"

"Are you Miss Granger's gaurdian?" The man questioned as he read over a document on his clipboard.

"Uh-"

"It's a yes or no question."

"Yes I am. I'm Doctor Banner." The Doctor lifted his gaze from the clipboard and gave Bruce a once over, though not meeting his eyes. Bruce recognized the man as the one they had talked to earlier about magic lessons for Hermione during the summer.

"You are a doctor?"

"Not that kind of doctor."

"Mm. So, I've administered two potions for her. She should be fine. While it looks bad and initially feels terrible, the damage, all things considered is rather minor. Speaking of, who was your potion overseer? I will need to send a notice to MAGIC to verify the accident and to understand where things went wrong," then sharply under his breath he muttered, "And because those damn government blokes don't have anything better to do than to give me more paperwork."

"Potion overseer?"

The Doctor's face froze holding irritation and annoyance before looking Bruce in the eye.

"Damn book keeps not warning people... Inside the book there is a notice that for people making potions for the first time they should have a magical overseer. In case something like this happens. From your tone I'm guessing you didn't?"

"Well, no. Hermione has done potions before. Rather successfully," Bruce defended.

"But not of the maya variety correct?" There was the hard stress on the vowels when he spoke.

Bruce didn't have a chance to respond as the Doctor who Bruce for the life of him couldn't remember his name, continued on.

"A common mistake really. So many people look at potions and question how different can it be learning new recipes? Well it's not the same thing. An english chef does not equate to being able to make dim sum."

Bruce didn't waver but could acknowledge the reasoning. It was similar to the understanding various branches in science. The base of many sciences did not mean they were the same either.

"That being said, it could have been worse. I have seen far worse reactions. There are people who have had their eyes changed and are stuck seeing everything in the wrong color. Luckily, none of the potion ended up in her eyes."

"Is there any permenant damage?"

"Not damage. But she does have a streak of blonde streak in her hair. We'll have to see if it will require cosmetic treatment to restore the color or if it will grow back in it's original color naturally. If she's interested of course," the Doctor explained in a tired tone.

"Thank you."

"I'm just doing my job sir."

"Doctor Banner."

"Right, the not a doctor doctor."

"Doctor Cracknel, your patient is awake."

"Fantastic. Follow me Doctor."

Bruce kept up with the man he now was fighting to remember the name Cracknel. In trying to keep his name from escaping his mind, it took no time to reach the room Hermione was now awake and waiting in.

"Bruce!" she called out sounding a bit distressed. He was not quite ready for her emotional outburst nor the tight hug she gave him for her reassurance. He awkwardly returned the affection with one arm around her back and another on her head. Near her face, he saw a dark blonde steak of hair that contrasted her solid brunette hair.

"It's going to be alright Hermione."

"Hermione!" Ron cried out the moment he saw her and Bruce appear from the back area. He jumped to his feet and approached with his dad and Tony hot on his heels. Hermione gave a small sheepish smile seeing Ron, tucking her hair back behind her ear in an attempt to hide the blonde streak.

"You're okay right? Nothing's broken?"

"No. I'm fine."

"Fantastic," Clint commented, "Who's ready to head on back to the tower for some tacos? I am starving."

Ron's stomach roared indignantly. He could feel his face flush bright red.

"Sounds like the right call. I'll call it in."

"No need. We were working on dinner before we came here."

"Did you remember to turn off the stove dad?"

Clint was silent, trying to recall.

"For the love of- Hey Jarvis?" Tony began seemingly out of nowhere into his phone, "Did Birdbrain leave the stove on or not?"

"He did sir. I have since turned it off. However, it may prove to be a bit more done than many of you would perfer," Jarvis answered on speaker phone.

"Looks like we're eating out. Thanks Jarvis."

"Not a problem sir."

Tony slid the phone into his pocket and looked at the group.

"So tacos?"

"Tacos."

Sunshine glancing over at Mysticarts. Staring intensifies.

Mysticarts: Okay so I know I haven't updated Venture's Adventure for tacos-

Mmhm.

Mysticarts: But I have a certain... Project I am working on.

Mmhm?

Mysticarts: And you know it.

... I was just wondering if you were craving tacos too.