Natasha had been searching the halls for around half an hour, and still no Clint. Might as well check the stairs like I said, she thought. First stairwell she went into she found him perching at the top. Of course, Natasha muses.

"Hey Bird-Brain!" she called to him, crossing her arms. "I got some bread crumbs down here if you want a snack!" she taunted.

Clint didn't even look at her, he just kept on perching. Natasha sighed. "Always has to be stubborn..." she muttered. She jumped on the nearest rail and through a series of complicated flips and climbs she hoisted herself next to Clint.

He looked her up and down sarcastically and chuckled. "You really are a spider..."

Natasha chuckled back. "Wasn't like I was gonna take four flights of stairs." she said. "You realize that wasn't cool what you did back there, right?"

Clint sighed and hung his head. "I know. I can't believe I yelled at Thor like that. I'm such a jerk..."

Natasha rubbed his arm. "Look at me, Barton." she said. Clint met her eyes and she continued. "You aren't a jerk. You are just concerned for someone important to you, but you let your stress out on someone else."

"I'm just so used to being completely in control on missions and stuff. But right now, I have absolutely zero control over what happens to Beth. She could die, and I wouldn't be able to do anything." he said, sadness tingeing his voice.

Natasha gave him a small smile and squeezed his arm. "It's tough. But right now Beth needs us all to be there for her, and supporting her through this, especially by being positive. Not sulking in a stairwell. "she said. "Whaddya say we head back to her hospital room?"

Clint smiled back at her. "Sure thing." he replied, and they walked back down the stairs side by side.

Steve had been looking for Thor for what felt like ages. Maybe I should check the cafeteria? he thought. Steve rounded the corner to find Thor hunched over a pile of Chick-Fil-A sandwiches. He walked over and sat across from the Asgardian, grabbing a sandwich and a packet of Chick-Fil-A Sauce.

"This sauce any good?" he asked.
Thor peered at the packet and shrugged. "I am not sure. I have never tried the Sauce of Chick-Fil-A."

Steve chuckled and dipped his sandwich in it. "Pretty tasty." he said, trying to make small talk. He sighed, seeing that Thor was forlornly staring at the table as he chewed. "Look, Thor. Nobody blames you, and Beth sure doesn't either. You didn't do this on purpose."

Thor suddenly threw his sandwich down. "Barton was right! I was foolish, and now Beth must pay the price!" he shouted and stood abruptly, knocking his chair down. "She may die, and it is I who would be responsible!"

Steve glanced around the room. Many people had turned to see what the commotion was about with worried looks on their faces, staring at the pair. "Thor, calm down. You are making a scene." he instructed. "Let's sit back down and discuss our...situation more quietly."

Thor relaxed and looked around the cafeteria as well. He picked up his chair. "I apologize. I became rather excited by this Sauce of Chick-Fil-A. As you were." he announced and sat back down.

Steve smiled. "Better. Like I said, nobody blames you. Not even Clint. He's just upset and accidentally took it out on you. Right now, Beth needs everyone's support and positivity, not us sitting by ourselves eating a dozen chicken sandwiches. Let's head back to Beth's room, shall we?" Steve suggested.

Thor nodded. "You are right. Perhaps we take a sandwich as a gift?" he asked.

Steve laughed. "Sure, buddy. I'm sure she would like that very much." he said, and they walked out of the cafeteria, toting a few chicken sandwiches.

Natasha and Clint had arrived a couple minutes ago, and we were simply talking when Thor and Steve walked in.

Clint stood up. "Hey, Thor? I'm sorry about yelling at you. It wasn't your fault."

Thor smiled and placed a hand on Clint's shoulder in that Thor way of his. "I accept your apology, Barton. I know you did not strive to be angered with me." he replied, and turned to me.

"Beth, would you care for a Sandwich of Chick-Fil-A?" he offered, and held it out.

I sighed, and nudged the food away. "Thor, I appreciate that so much, but I can't eat it. Or any food, really." I explained and held up my right hand, gesturing to the new attachment on my iv. "I...I threw up five times and so now I have to be on this feeding tube."

Thor's normally happy face fell into the most horrible expression and he dropped his sandwiches, walking up to my bed and kneeling at my eye level. "I have caused this horrible disease to befall you, and for that I am most sorry. Please forgive me, Beth." he said and put his hand on the side of my face, a very "Thor" gesture.

I smiled and a tear fell down my cheek. I'm such a softie... "Thor, I never was angry with you." I said and patted his hand. "Of course I forgive you. How about you share those sandwiches with everyone else? They will actually enjoy them." I suggested.

Thor's face lit up again. "Of course!" he agreed, and passed out those sandwiches like he was Santa Claus.