ISADORA-MICHELLE MOORE
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2012: new york city, two and a half hours after the alien invasion

"They pull me in for the craziest crap," Isadora grumbled, shovelling the last few fries down her throat as two SHIELD agents waited rather impatiently by the door to her office.

"Sadie," Dr Valentina laughed from where she lounged on the couch. "Only you would complain about being called to treat a billionaire."

Isadora and Adrianne had finally gotten a spare moment to relax after the rush of the hospital after "the Battle of New York", as the news was calling the events of the day. With Adrianne as Chief of Surgery, and Isadora as Chief of Medicine, they never had a spare moment for a lunch break amongst the triage until now, in the late afternoon- and even then, there were still patients to be seen.

Isadora sighed, pinning back her short black curls. "No chance I can persuade you to come with me?"

"Stark Tower? After I nearly died today? No thanks," Adrianne scoffed. "I have a surgical department to run. Plus you're the one with the weird glowing hands."

"They don't always glow," she sighed, grabbing her coat and following the SHIELD agents out of the door. Sadie hadn't used her powers properly for years- she'd decided to build her career based on hard work and merit, not any advantages that weren't earned.

Before she knew it, she was at Avengers tower. Most of New York's centre was a mess after the alien invasion, rubble lining the streets from the fights that had ensued that day. When Tony Stark had flown into a literal wormhole- it was all over the news. And now Isadora had to deal with fixing him.

The agents led her to a room on the upper most floor, and remained silent. She assumed she would have to let herself in. But when she did, it was not Tony Stark that she found. Isadora glanced back at the agents in the corridor, they didn't seem interested in checking the room. So she closed the door behind her, set down her briefcase and pulled out her stethoscope as normal.

"You're not Mr Stark," she stated, walking over to the man sat waiting in the chair.

Steve Rogers looked well compared to when she had last saw him, which isn't surprising since she last saw him waking from a sixty six year old sleep. Or at least, he looked as well as she would expect him to after an alien invasion.

Apparently the Captain hadn't had any more time in his day than she had to unwind, as he was still in his uniform- bright red, white, and blue, and a little harsh on the eyes if Isadora was honest with herself.

"He told me this was my appointment," Steve said, with a frown. "Mr Philanthropist isn't so generous with his time."

"I won't take it personally," she laughed. "Doctor Isadora-Michelle Moore, I guess we'll take this opportunity to check on you, then."

"Steve Rogers, but ma'am, I'm fine-" he started, even though she had already pulled out her pen light, ready to take a look at his pupil response.  She immediately pulled away.

"Are you sure? I could just do a routine check up, make sure you're done defrosting," Isadora said, smirking slightly. "You know I treated you when you were in the ice. I've always been curious to know how you've been getting on, Captain."

"Well, everything is a shock, that's for sure," Steve said. "It's just like I had a long nap. I'm still not so used to this body- at least, not for your day to day stuff."

Isadora knew that it was showing in her face, but she felt such a deep interest in his words- in the fact that despite all the work Rogers did for their country, he still was not used to his post-serum self. How long exactly would it take one to adjust to such a transformation? Would the body accept it all as a new norm, given time? The only way to know would be for someone to study it.

"Wouldn't it be good if we could switch in and out of them?" she said, trying not to focus on her hands too much in case they glowed.

"It'd be great."

"You ever get an MRI Scan?" Isadora asked curiously, walking over to the screen in the room, and putting in her passcode to access the medical files. "I'm wondering about your brain function after that long of a coma."

"They did all sorts of tests, ma'am, but I couldn't name any of them. My brain is fine, though," Steve said, and although there wasn't any humour in his voice, Isadora smiled anyway.

"I think it's safe to say you keep yourself fit and healthy," she said, grabbing more supplies out of her bag. "But I'm going to run through and check your throat, weight, blood pressure, hearing and vision too. Say 'ah'."

Isadora ran through the typical routine in near silence, apart from the odd question here and there to help her better understand Steve's health. He was a very good patient, and as she took his blood she could tell he had in fact, been poked and prodded plenty in his life.

"How'd a lady like you get involved in SHIELD?" Steve asked out of nowhere, once she'd finished her exam, and she had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. "They must pull you in on some pretty serious cases."

"Well, the stuff that goes on here is pretty miraculous," Isadora said, proudly, not wanting to reveal too much about her circumstances with SHIELD. "But I don't work for them. They just use me because I'm the best."

"You sure are confident," Steve laughed. "It's a shame you missed Stark, you both would've got on well."

She pulled two cards out of her pocket, handing them to Steve with a smile. "One for you, one for Mr Stark. Tell him to call me ASAP- that kinda trip and that kinda fall cannot be good for him, and we don't know what kind of radiation might have been up there-"

"I'll talk to him Dr Moore," Steve sighed. "But I can't promise anything. We don't exactly have the most compatible personalities."

"You wouldn't be able to tell it from the news."

"Well, the press says one thing..."

"I'll take your word for it," she mused.  "It's amazing how well you've recovered from such a long fight, Captain. All you have to do now is rest."

"I'm supposed to get back to Search and Rescue," he argued.

"I think you've done enough rescuing for a lifetime. And if you're up for it, I think it would do some good to centre some research around you," Isadora proposed. "It'd be completely anonymous, but I want to see what, if anything, besides the serum kept you functioning so well- then maybe we could use that principle for other patients. It wouldn't take too much time, just a quick visit every couple months-"

"If it's going to help people Doc, I'm happy to take part," Steve nodded, and she was grateful for his help. "And no need for anonymity, it wouldn't be hard to guess it was me, anyhow."

"Amazing," Isadora grinned. "I'll send the paperwork over to you, and in the meantime, if you or your little team need anything you can find me at New York Presbyterian most days."

"I most certainly will ma'am," he smiled. "You've been a great help."

"Not that you needed it anyway, you're in excellent health, so keep it up," Isadora told him, before adding: "And none of this 'ma'am' business. Feel free to call me Isadora. Or Sadie. Or Isadora-Michelle is my Christian name but nobody really calls me that."

"Isadora-Michelle," Steve repeated, cutting off her rambling and testing the name on his tongue. He smiled again, holding her gaze. "It's a beautiful name, I think your parents had good taste. But I'll stick to Isadora, if that's what you want."

Isadora felt heat rise to her cheeks and in that moment, she had never been more grateful for the melanin in her skin tone that would mask the blush. She understood why the man had hordes of adoring fans even after being away so long, especially with charm like that. And the worst thing about it, was that it all seemed to be unintentional.

"Thank you, Captain," she said, snapping back into professionalism. "I'll see you in three months."

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hi guys! if anyone's even here reading, thank you so much. this story is completely out of my comfort zone, as I've only ever written HP fanfics or my own original stories, so I'm really looking forward to the challenge of taking on the MCU!

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-Amber.