fandomtownies | The warehouse district- Saturday afternoon

Kitty hadn't especially needed radio to figure out something was up on the island. No, she'd figured that out around the time Derek ended up stripping on the stage of her bar, because it had a stripper pole now. And that didn't even count strangers having an opinion on- or apparently watching- her love life. Whatever it was, she assumed it was one of those weird weekends where everyone went insane and it all fixed itself by Monday's classes, so as long as none of it seemed to be affecting her, she was going to try and keep to the less populated areas of town and try to avoid the weirdest stuff today.

Of course taking a walk around the warehouse district meant that she ended up watching a fight between some random astronauts and equally random cavemen, which, okay, had been kind of entertaining since no one was doing any actual fighting. This is what happened when the fic writers didn't know how to write fight scenes. Mostly what they did was yell dramatic things at each other while shaking what looked like Roman spears, because someone had also not done their research. Like at all.

And then came the part where a caveman finally threw a spear, probably due to caveman temper or something, and totally missed any any all astronauts to hit Kitty in the side. Not only did it seem like it'd been specifically aimed at her for no reason, but it hit her where it wouldn't do any real permanent damage, but would still hurt like hell. Which it did. It totally, totally did.

Since the cavemen and astronauts had started wandering off to argue elsewhere, Kitty had to sit down and try to fix this. Normally it'd be easy: she could phase the spear out without causing any more damage, then head on over to the clinic while phased because she couldn't bleed when she wasn't solid. The problem with that was that she'd mostly been unable to phase since yesterday since someone didn't seem to get how her powers worked.

So for the moment she was going to sit here against the wall of the warehouse and try to figure out what to do about this. Stupid cavemen. Now she knew who she rooted for in that time-honored debate.

[For one!]

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Natasha was wandering around in the warehouse district, wearing her black leather catsuit for no apparent reason whatsoever, when she just so happened to find Kitty, injured and alone. Oh no!

"Kitty!" she exclaimed, way more dramatically concerned than she would normally act about anything, as she rushed over to her. "Are you okay?"

Never mind that she should have been able to tell the answer to that was, 'no, but it's not life-threatening' at a glance.

It took a second for Kitty to even realize that was Natasha, since yeah, not quite sounding like her. "Fine," she said casually. "Just a little stabbed. You know how it is."

And it hurt, ow.

The fans had about as good a grasp on Natasha's characterization as they did on Kitty's powers, so. That was a thing.

"Does it hurt a lot?" she asked the woman with a spear sticking out of her.

"...Yeah, it kinda does," Kitty said, giving her a funny look. "Think you can help me with this here?"

"Of course!" Natasha said. "How can I make you feel better?"

Because it wasn't like Natasha had extensive experience with combat first aid or anything oh wait.

"Are you feeling okay?" asked the woman with a spear sticking out of her.

"You shouldn't be concerned about me at a time like this!" Natasha protested, although clearly Kitty's concern meant they were Meant To Be. With the capitals. "We should get you to the clinic. Or I could tend your wounds!"

She actually said 'tend your wounds.'

"How about we get this spear out of me first?" Kitty suggested. Then maybe they could both go to the clinic.

"Oh, no, you shouldn't remove an impaling object," Natasha said, either regaining a bit of her common sense or because the author had done a tiny (tiny!) amount of research. "We'll have to stabilize it before you can move."

If Natasha was male, or not wearing a leather catsuit, here would be where she took off her shirt to wrap around the spear, but alas.

"Awesome. Let's do that," Kitty agreed. Because Natasha was weirding her out more than getting stabbed by a caveman spear had. "How do you want to do this?"

Natasha opened her mouth. Natasha shut her mouth. Someone had no idea what to do in the absence of a shirt to remove so the injured party could admire their rescuer's abs and/or breasts.

"I'll just--" Give a completely handwavey explanation of what she was going to do next, which might or might not make any sense to Kitty. "And then we'll go to the clinic!"

It didn't really make any sense to Kitty, no. "This is the weirdest day," she sighed. "Okay, but you know what, that works."

She had no idea if it worked. Stupid handwavey.

"And then I can hold your hand and nurse you back to health!" Had she said that out loud?

"Sure. Wait, what?"

Maybe she'd heard that wrong. Hopefully she'd heard that wrong.

The warehouse district- Saturday afternoon

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