"No, Bruce, I will not drink that nasty concoction. Super spies don't take medicine for colds."
"Come on, Natasha. You have a terrible cold, and you haven't had a good night sleep in a week."
"And, frankly, it hasn't been pleasant for any of us."
"Shut up, Stark. (Achoo)."
"Tasha, we just can't take it anymore. Are you going to take this medicine, or am I gonna have to stab you with the nasty needle?"
"But Steve, it tastes so baaaaaaaaaad."
"I zink my zister and I can help, friend Romanova."
"No. Honestly. Thanks, Pietro."
"Wanda, what is that in your hand?"
"Looks to me like... salt? Suga - ?"
"JUST A ZPOON FUL OF ZUGAR HELPS ZE MEDICINE GO DOWN! ZE MEDICINE GO DOWWWN..."
~ ~ ZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTTT ~ ~
THUD.
STAB.
THUD.
"j-j-just a z-zpoon ful of-f zugar-r-r-r..."
"(sigh). Somebody get a defibrillator for Wanda. And a stretcher for Natasha. "
"Wait. So it wasn't cold medicine in the syringe?"
"Na. It was tranquilizer. I figured by the time we would need to jab Tasha with the needle, a little tranquilizer would be needed more."
"z-z-z-z-zugarrrr..."