Lab Accidents
Chapter 3
"Thanks for helping with this." Bruce said quietly over the whir of machines mixing formulas around them.
"Sure, big green. I mean, I sorta owe you after the containment strategy was a bust." Tony replied, carefully measuring amounts of green and blue liquid into a test-tube.
"The cage, Tony. It was a cage." Bruce corrected him.
"Right. Anyway, if this works... Nat might not even need the lullaby anymore." Tony told him, twirling the test-tube in between his fingers to stir the contents.
"If it works." Bruce mumbled.
The lab doors flung open, revealing a very sweaty Clint and Natasha.
"Thought you said the training room was overkill." Tony hollered from behind the workbench.
"Thought your middle name was overkill." Natasha threw back, earning a chuckle from Bruce and Clint.
"So what're you building? A machine to turn Natasha into a monkey?" Clint asked, then continued. "Man would I love to see that."
"You wouldn't have time to see it before my claws dug your eyeballs out of your skull." Natasha told him coldly, then broke out in laughter at his expression.
"Don't turn Natasha into a monkey!" Clint yelled at Tony and Bruce.
"Gotcha." Bruce nodded, then handed off a vial of purple liquid to Tony. "Done."
"Alright kiddies, stand back..." Tony shooed Natasha back.
Clint grabbed her by the shoulder and gently put her behind him.
She didn't protest, but did stand on her tiptoes to see over his shoulder and towards the purple liquid that Tony inserted into a syringe.
"How are we supposed to test a sedative on the Hulk? Hmm... Let me see..." Tony said, wiggling his eyebrows at Bruce in excitement.
"Oh, this isn't gonna be fun..." Bruce said, already filing towards the elevator.
"Your basement's not Hulk proofed, Tony." Clint told them before they got to the elevator.
"Valid point. Far better than the fiftieth floor, though." Tony replied, stepping closer to the elevator.
Clint came up behind him, hoping to be a spectator of their testing without turning into Hulk's lunch.
But as Tony stepped into the elevator, he tripped on a glass left on the floor by Butterfingers earlier. The syringe flew into the air, over Clint's head and directly towards Natasha.
Tony cursed, Bruce gasped, and Natasha shielded her face with her arms. After a few seconds of realizing the syringe hadn't hit her, she peeked out of her arm-canopy to find Clint splayed out in front of her, his arms wide to protect her.
The syringe was sticking out of his back, which Natasha quickly snatched and tossed across the room. "Clint?"
He was already out cold from the Hulk sedative.
Natasha glared up at Bruce, then at Tony. "What are you doing!? Don't just stand there, fix it!"
"There's no anti-sedative, it was for the Hulk." Tony explained warily.
"Why isn't their a anti-sedative?!" Natasha yelled angrily.
"It was for the Hulk." Tony repeated his previous statement, much to Natasha's anger.
She flew up from where she was sitting on the floor next to Clint's unconscious form, and knocked Tony against the elevator's now-closed metal doors, her fingers latched around his neck.
"Natasha!" Bruce grabbed her arm, trying very hard not to turn green.
"Few days... It'll wear- it'll wear off!" Tony yelled, his face turning a shade lighter than usual.
Her grip loosened and she rushed back to her teammates side.
She started lifting Clint off the floor, ignoring the wheezes and coughs coming from the workbench where Tony was regaining his ability to breathe.
"You alright?" Bruce asked hurriedly, getting a quick nod from his Science buddy before he went to Natasha's side and grabbed Clint's other arm. "Let me help."
She stopped for a second before accepting his help, but then conceded that she couldn't carry him own her own, and they carried him to the tower's medical wing.
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Four days later, the Hulk sedative finally wore off, much to the relief of Tony, for he had been watching his back so much the last few days, he was convinced he'd started seeing shadows that weren't there half the time.
Natasha was there when Clint woke up, handing him a cup of water.
"What happened?" Was his first question.
"You decided to protect me from Stark and Banner. It didn't end well for you." Natasha told him, taking back the now-empty cup and tossing it in the waste bin.
"Where is he?" Clint growled, tightening his fists.
"Already took care of that." Natasha pushed his shoulders back against the bed frame.
"Did you call Laura?" Was his next question.
"No. She doesn't need to be worried about stuff she can't do anything about." Natasha shrugged. "Besides, who would've stayed with Nathaniel?"
"You didn't want to leave." Clint closed his eyes and smiled.
"You wouldn't've left me." She said, smiling back.
"This a bad time?" Bruce's head poked through the doorway, Tony was visible in the hallway through the window.
"STARK!" Clint yelled loud enough for all of New York to hear.
"ErinKenobi2893" requested something like this, but instead of Clint, it would've been Steve. I decided against using Steve because seriously, he's a super soldier, he'd just burn right through a Hulk sedative.
"ChildofGod" also requested a chapter where Tony and Bruce did something accidentally to a teammate.
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