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  Natasha's body tumbled off the gurney, her spine hitting the floor painfully. She gasped, restricted breaths inflating her lungs at a rate that made the edge of her vision hazy. Her blue eyes struggled to focus on the figure leaning over her.

"Natasha? Are you alright?"

Nat moaned, the warbled sound terribly loud in her ears. The figure leaned down and put their hands on Natasha's arms, hoisting her up into a sitting position.

"Nat, can you hear me?"

The assassin looked up, recognizing the man in front of her to be her friend, Tony Stark. She nodded weakly. There was no need to worry such a sad man when his son had only just thrown her from a bed.

Tony's face drooped in relief, if only for a moment. He went to release the woman, only to turn her wrist over in his palm. His fingers came back smeared with dark red blood.

"Oh no."

Like someone flicking on a switch, Natasha came rushing back to her reality. She inhaled deeply as all feeling slammed back into her body with the force of a bus. Sound exploded in her ears, clear as day, and she tasted the cruel metallic taste of blood in her mouth. She followed Tony's gaze down to her right wrist, feeling nauseous at the sight of fresh teeth marks scarring her wrists.

But the redhead didn't hesitate. She knew what needed to be done. "Quickly," she breathed, allowing Tony to pull her to her feet. "Get me to a bed and strap me down before it starts-!" She was cut off when a tremor ran through her body. She collapsed into the billionaires arms.

  Tony dragged the shaking spy to the nearest hospital bed, helping her onto it as nurses quickly got to work with restraining her arms and legs. By the time they were done, her face was red and blistering, the blue iris's of her eyes faded to a dull and eerie white. Tony turned back to Peter who was still thrashing in the bed next to her. Dribbling blood lined his mouth.

  Tony felt absolutely sick. Where is that girl?

***
 
  MJ hadn't run this hard her entire life. She didn't even know she could run this fast. But the pounding of Clint's feet behind her told her she was flying down the halls.

  Along with that fact that she had Peter lying in a hospital bed incapacitated egging her on.

That was always helpful.

MJ rounded the corner and entered the medbay. She stopped in her tracks, Clint hitting her back a moment later.

He medbay was weirdly quiet, but more beds were occupied than before. Now, four had thrashing bodies. Peter, the doctor from before, a nurse, and a familiar redhead.

"Natasha!" Clint exclaimed, panic sleeping into his words. He charged forward, nearly knocking the case of medicine from MJ's hand, but Tony Stark stopped him. The billionaire rose from his seat next to Nat, approaching Clint and reaching out to stop him. Clint tried to push past him but Tony wouldn't let him.

"Wha-what's wrong with her?" Clint asked, voice strained with fear as he met Tony's eyes with desperation. Tony glanced at Peter before responding. The spiderling reflected the same look at Natasha-raw, red face and white eyes.

"She's infected with some...contagious disease. Peter bit her," Tony explained. He turned to MJ. "The antidote?"

"Right here," MJ said, holding out the case. Clint stared at MJ as if the teen had betrayed him.

"Did you know about Natasha?" He asked.

  MJ looked at him with a face devoid of all emotion. "No."

  "It doesn't matter now!" Tony cut into the conversation as he strode forward and took the case from MJ. She let her arms drop in relief.

  Tony wasted no time. Not knowing what exactly they were dealing with was scary. He had no time range, no knowledge of long term symptoms, and no idea how severe this disease was. All he did know was that Peter and Natasha weren't the only ones in the city who needed the serum to survive.

  Working quickly, Tony took one of the syringes out of the case and walked to one side of Peter's bed. He steered clear of the kid's mouth as he positioned the needle over a bulging vein in his neck. Then he injected the sloshing purple liquid and stepped back.

  The antidote took effect immediately. Peter's body stilled on the bed, his muscles finally relaxing against the sheets. His head rolled back, his skin mending over his raw face, his eyes returning to their normal shade of chocolate brown. As he turned back to normal, the teen was actively losing consciousness. In the next minute, he lay passed out on the gurney. The doctor, nurse, and Natasha followed in suit.

  Tony placed the case on a cart and pushed it into an elevator. "Get this back to the labs," he told Friday. "We need to duplicate this and get it available in the city as quickly as possible. We don't know how fast this thing is spreading." The A.I. obliged and the elevator doors closed.

  The billionaire turned back to Clint and MJ, face and shoulders drooping in exhaustion. "It's getting late," he said, passing a hand over his face in emphasis. "Want to crash here for the night, Miss..?"

  MJ gave a curt nod. "Michelle, but Peter calls me MJ. And I'd love to spend the night."