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A/N: heyy! im finally updating, sorry i took so long. This one has a tiny bit of angst but mostly fluff :)
Maria's head hung low, as blood slid down from her cheek to her chin. Her headache was practically pounding while the medics pleaded to treat her wounds. There was only one person Maria would go to after her horrible missions or slip ups.
"Come in!" You yelled from inside your room. You pushed up your glasses up from the brink of your nose with your finger, and turned away from your book. Your attention was now laid fully on who entered.
"Stop looking at me like that." Maria demanded, avoiding eye contact. Even though you were one of S.H.I.E.L.D's finest and most trusted medical specialists, Maria hated when you saw her injured. She thought it made her look weak.
"Mission gone wrong?" You asked, closing your book and placing it down on your desk. You thought that you could at least try making small talk with her and possibly calm her down a little bit, before treating her wounds.
"Are you going to treat my wounds, or not?" Maria blatantly asked, crossing her arms. Okay so, no small talk. Noted.
"Follow me." You rolled your eyes and got up from your bed, making your way towards the bathroom.
After a lot of convincing, you got Maria to sit on the bathroom counter, while you looked for some cloth and rubbing alcohol. "You sure are taking your time." Maria scolded.
"It's just a failed mission babe. No need to take it out on me." You reminded her. Maria looked down in guilt, before looking into your eyes.
"Sorry." She mumbled.
After two minutes of comforting silence, you finally found what you were looking for. "Aha!" You yelped, pulling out the rubbing alcohol, making Maria let out a small shriek.
"Do we have to use that? It burns!" Maria pouted, slightly scooting away from the bottle.
"Maria, we are not doing this again!" You groaned, pouring a generous amount of alcohol on your cloth and inching towards Maria.
"Wait, wait! ..I'm not ready yet." Maria fussed, continuously scooting away from you. "Baby.. I'm just trying to make sure you don't end up with a concussion. All I want to do is clean your wound." You explained, softly stroking her hair.
You could feel her body become less tense, and her breaths were more slow and rhythmic. "Fine.." She sighed, finally giving in. o
You tucked Maria's hair behind her ear, and began to clean her wound. She'd flinch occasionally because of the stinging, but you made sure to soothe her with kisses on her forehead.
"Annndd I'm done!" You announced, hearing an evident sigh of relief from Maria. You couldn't help but chuckle.
"What's so funny?" Maria asked staring daggers into your soul.
"Who knew the cold hearted badass Agent Hill's weakness would be rubbing alcohol?" You teased, causing Maria to playfully throw a tube of toothpaste at your face.
"OUCH?!" You dramatically yelled gripping on to your face.
Maria rolled her eyes, at you before exiting your bathroom. "Walk it off."
