stevetony ficlet: Quarantined!
MCU, post-CACW. For the “quarantined!” square on my stony bingo card.
Bruce pushed down his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. This was not how he had been hoping to spend his day.
From the other side of the small round glass window, Steve and Tony glowered daggers at him.
“I’m sorry,” he said, holding his hands up defensively. “But the quarantine protocols are for your safety as well as everyone else’s. Whatever that substance was, we need to keep you both isolated and under observation until we know if it has any infectious properties.”
Tony picked a clump of wobbly orange goop out of his hair and eyed it with distaste. The team had been responding to distress call in the Amazon when they had come across a hideous mound of sentient slime. Subduing it had been fairly straightforward, but its defence mechanisms apparently included spontaneous explosion, and both Steve and Tony had been hit.
“And how long is that going to take?” Steve asked in clipped tones. He glanced sideways at Tony.
“At least, uhh, a few hours,” Bruce said apologetically. It had only been a couple of months since the team had re-formed to battle Thanos, and the cracks of their fight over the Accords were still visible. They had modified the Accords and all signed them together, and the team had mostly set aside their differences and moved on.
Steve and Tony, however, were holding tight to their grudges. They avoided each other whenever possible, and Bruce had barely heard them pass two words to each other since he got back to find the team in ruins. Now, however, they seemed to have plenty that they wanted to say.
“So I’m stuck in here with him,” Tony glared at Steve. “Terrific.”