𝐄𝐱𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬 (𝘛. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬)

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          Morgan wipes sweat off her brow as she tries to unbolt the outside paneling on the jet. She needs to get under it to check out it's weaponry and assess the damage underneath. She grunts and pushes on the massive wrench, but it gives and strips the bolt, sending Morgan face first into the jet. "Shit!" She jumps back and puts her hand to her head which was now bleeding. "Dammit!" She mutters under breath and Bee crouches down to her.

         "Huston! We have a problem!" She groans a bit and glances at Bee as blood gets in her eyes. "I'm fine Bee. You know I've had worse, just," She rubs at her eyes, unable to see. "Get me a rag from over there." She points over to her tool bench, and Bee goes to get one, but someone opens the door to the hangar and he transforms into a car. Tony walks into the hangar. "Bee?" Morgan asks, trying to open her eyes.

         "Who's Bee?" She jumps and turns to Tony. His eyes widen seeing the blood. "Jesus, what happened to you?" He walks over to her tool bench and grabs a towel. He wipes the blood away from her eyes and Morgan opens her eyes, casting a glance at Bee making sure he's hidden. She breathes a sigh of relief and takes the towel from Tony and presses it to her forehead. Tony guides her to a chair. "I was trying to work on the jet. Someone bolted on the wrong sized nut to the damn thing and it's so tight it won't come off, and," She gestures to her forehead. "This happened."

         Tony tries to have Morgan stand up. "Come on. I'll take you to Bruce." Morgan pushes away from him. "I'm fine." She groans in pain and walks over to the little bedroom area Tony set up or her. She insisted on sleeping near her work, but that was only an excuse. She wanted to stay close to Bee.

         The sleeping area included a cot, (Courtesy of Steve. He said he knew how much he hated a soft bed after coming out of the Ice. Morgan was very grateful for this.) a table, a chair, and a small dresser for her clothes. She uses a curtain for privacy.

         "What are you doing?" Tony asks as she slumps down in front of the table. "Stitching myself up." Tony raises an eyebrow and rushes over to her. "Isn't that really stupid?" Morgan scoffs and pulls out her phone to use as a mirror. She scowls at the cut. It was pretty bad. "No. I've got medical training remember?" Tony stares at her for a moment. Oh yeah. He forgot that.

         Morgan huffs and nods. The cut will need about four stitches. She points to her cot and Tony rushes to it and pulls out a first aid kit and hands it to Morgan. She pulls out her supplies and makes a mental note to restock it. It was now empty after using it all on the Avengers and her head. Tony just stands there, feeling useless. "Is there something I can do to help?" Morgan glances at him and hands her the phone. "Hold it up for me." He nods and kneels down next to the table. Morgan moves his hand so she can see her face.

         "Alright." She sticks the needle through her skin and Tony stares in disgust. Morgan glances at him. "Could you be anymore grossed out?" He scowls as Morgan ties off her first stitch. "How do you do that to yourself? Most of us can't even stand it when someone does it to us." Morgan scowls as she starts her next stitch. "Like I said before. Military was tough."

         The two of them sit in silence as Morgan stitches up her forehead. Once she's done she douces the cut in alcohol. Tony was impressed by her pain intolerance, and guessed it had something to do with the scar on her face. He was close, but not completely right. Morgan was so used to pain because of her time in the military and her time helping the autobots. "Done." She leans back in the chair and looks up at the ceiling and lets out a breath.

         Tony stares at her for a moment, then reaches into her first air kit and pulls out a huge band aid. She raises an eyebrow at him and he shrugs. "What? You don't want it to get infected do you?" Morgan sighs and moves so he can put the band aid on. "I'm more concerned about looking ridiculous."

          Tony peels the band aid out of it's packaging and smooths it onto Morgan's forehead. His fingers linger on her skin and he realizes how close they are to each other. Morgan watches Tony for a bit, then pulls away. Tony frowns. "What are you even doing out here anyway?" He sighs and stands. "The others and I wanted to invite you to dinner."

         Morgan raises an eyebrow. "Why?" Tony gives her a look. "You saved our lives. We owe you." Morgan shrugs. "It wasn't a big deal." Tony stares at her confused, then Morgan stands. "But I'll come. I haven't eaten since this morning." Tony smiles, then his eye catches a photo on the table. He picks it up and glances at Morgan. "Boyfriend?" Morgan snatches the photo from him and places it in her backpack. "No. Baby brother."

         Morgan and Tony start walking out of the hangar and Morgan casts a glance back at Bee. "How long since you last saw him?" Tony asks, referring to Morgan's brother. She sighs and looks up at the ceiling. "Haven't seen him since I left for the military." Tony gives her a look as they enter the elevator. "How long has that been?"

         "Almost 18 years." Tony steps away from her. "You haven't seen your brother in 18 years?!" Morgan shrugs and leans against the elevator wall. "I've kept in contact with him." Tony sighs and nods. "When do you think you're going to see him?" Morgan stands and exits the elevator, Tony on her heels. "His girlfriend is pregnant. I'm going to see him after the birth." Tony nods and drops the subject.