Iron Man set her down on a bed in what ever place he was talking about, glancing at her wounds. "Do you need me to treat any of the wounds?" He asked. "No, they'll heal on their own." She said stubbornly.
Paris glanced over at him. "You can get the bullets out of my leg, if you want. It would help a lot."
He sighed and sat down on the bed in front of her. "Can you let me treat them? Please?" He asked. Carter sighed "Fine."
"Or you could just ignore me," Paris whispered, slightly angry. She dug into her bag of gadgets.
He smiled slightly. "Thanks," He said, getting up to get gauze and alcohol to disinfect the wounds. Carter just sat there, wondering if Jeremiah was okay or not.
Paris had an aha! moment when she found the gadget she was looking for.
(gtg, srryyyyy)
