The last Avenger she treated (and met, since he'd been away for a while, and him dropping Tony off in medical absolutely did not count) was Thor, which made sense considering he was sort of a god, and pretty much immortal. But apparently even gods can get stabbed.

He's larger than life sitting on the bed, beds that are made specifically to fit super soldiers like Steve. He had the cape on, but thankfully the hammer was nowhere to be seen. Of course, considering it could be called to his hand in a matter of seconds, she wasn't entirely reassured.

"Healing maiden," he boomed, and she winced.

"Inside voice," she muttered, more to herself than to him, then looked up. "Yes Mr Odinson?"

"Thor, please," he said, beaming at her.

"Well, Thor, you may call me Miranda."

He beamed again. "Of course. Miranda, I assure you I am well."

"Actually," she corrected, smoothly interrupting whatever he was going to say next, "Jarvis told me that you were stabbed, and required medical attention."

Thor frowned at that.

"The voice of the house is indeed wise," he conceded after a moment. "He has not proven to be false so far. Did you know he taught me of the wonders of shopping on the interwebs?"

Miranda held back her snicker.

"That was very nice of him," she noted, using his distraction to remove a section of his armour. He probably wasn't so much distracted as he was humouring her, since he was a god and everything, but she would take it.

Thor nodded seriously, and his hair fell into his face. He pushed it aside with an enormous hand before returning to his tale. "There is an entire realm of the webs devoted to pop-tarts," he told her, awestruck, like he still couldn't believe it.

"Can you lift your arm up for me?" she asked him, poking at one of his arms, also huge of course. "Do you have a favourite flavour?"

He obeyed, and considered it. "There is a vast array of flavours," he told her, assisting with the removal of one of his chest pieces. "I do enjoy the simplicity of the strawberry pop-tart, but occasionally it is nice to treat myself with an exotic flavour, like the sugar cookie. They had amusing flightless birds on them," he added.

Miranda smiled at him, and finally discovered where the stab wound was. Left side of his abdomen, just underneath the ribs. It wasn't bleeding more than a slight ooze, which was pretty impressive for the size. But then, she'd swear the edges were knitting themselves together in front of her eyes, so it was probably a demi-god thing.

She hadn't taken a set of vitals on a demi-god before, but hell, there was a first time for everything, so she set to it. She wasn't even sure if their vitals signs would match up with humans. Surely there had to be notes about that somewhere. SHIELD was annoying about that sort of thing, so someone had to have pinned Thor down before and run tests on him.

Although it seemed like no one could pin Thor down if he didn't want to be there, so maybe not.

She took the vitals, which did match up to the normal human set, so either Thor was very much like a human in that respect, or dying. By the time she was done that, the stab wound in his abdomen was even smaller than before. She wanted to wait to let him go until it was closed entirely, just to be sure, so she changed tactics.

"I heard you were in Asgard. What is it like there?"

Thor lit up. "Asgard is beautiful. Like your Midgard, but in a different way. Where you have wide seas..."

He went on for about an hour, detailing the beauty of his realm and his people, and Miranda watched the wound in his side completely heal.

It was like magic, except as Thor explained, somewhere when he was talking about the rainbow bridge, where he came from, magic and science were closely intertwined.

She still wasn't entirely sure about how she was supposed to be charting those sorts of things, but she wrote paragraphs and hoped it was sufficient.

Having met and treated Thor, all of the Avengers were now crossed off of her mental bucket list. Some of them were easier to deal with than others, some were obviously heartier than others, and some... honestly just terrified her. Mostly Natasha.

Definitely Natasha.