Doctor McCoy doesn't keep them waiting long. Definitely not because he was worried about Jim's friends. Also definitely not because he's damn curious about that goddamn door that leads to an alternate reality that isn't somehow radiation poisoning and death.
They've done quite a few tests since the last time. Bones doesn't trust anything especially in space, with Jim Kirk's health. He's in his Science Blues instead of scrubs, which is at least some sort of comfort.
No emergencies in Medical in the last few hours.
"Barton, isn't it?" Leonard's perpetual annoyed scowl lifts somewhat at the sight of the purple haired woman standing next to Clint looking just as much out of place. "Miss." His drawl gets a tad more pronounced, and his tones less borderline about to punch faces.
"You make it through okay? No fever like symptoms?" He turns to Verity then, all business. "No allergies or shortness of breath? Neither of you are sick, right? Last thing I need is goddamn 2013 diseases spreading on this goddamn ship."
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They've done quite a few tests since the last time. Bones doesn't trust anything especially in space, with Jim Kirk's health. He's in his Science Blues instead of scrubs, which is at least some sort of comfort.
No emergencies in Medical in the last few hours.
"Barton, isn't it?" Leonard's perpetual annoyed scowl lifts somewhat at the sight of the purple haired woman standing next to Clint looking just as much out of place. "Miss." His drawl gets a tad more pronounced, and his tones less borderline about to punch faces.
"You make it through okay? No fever like symptoms?" He turns to Verity then, all business. "No allergies or shortness of breath? Neither of you are sick, right? Last thing I need is goddamn 2013 diseases spreading on this goddamn ship."