Claire Temple.

“Those people, the ones constantly saving the world, they needed my help because no one else would give it to them. I may not have any special abilities, but I can help them, because who saves the superhero?” — The Night Nurse — — MCU. Crossover friendly.

@Barrelofpoint45 —people would give, but normal isn't exactly her life, anymore. “Then maybe I wouldn't have found you next to a dumpster with a bullet graze on your arm.”

@Barrelofpoint45 She raises a brow at him, she examines his body. He definitely was a lot older than the vigilantes she was used to carrying out the dumpsters, and helping them get back on their feet. “Or maybe you need someone to watch your back?” It wasn't a response normal —

@Barrelofpoint45 —and patching up. “What else is wrong with you?” She asks, full doctor mode, and gently touching around him to check. Specifically his ribs. Which are probably broken.

@Barrelofpoint45 —She snorts, and goes to grab her medical supplies. She washes her hands, and puts on some vinyl gloves before making her way to the assassin, going for the bullet wound first. “You're lucky. Just a graze on your arm,” she murmurs, and starts her work in cleaning, —

@Barrelofpoint45 —and carefully lifts him up more for the support. “C'mon, it's in here.” She gestures to the building across from the street.

@Barrelofpoint45 . . . Laundry list. That's a nice way to put it. He's not fine, and she supports his weight easily. She's thankful that Colleen, and Danny has been training her strength. “If I had a dollar for every time I find someone in the dumpster who said that...” She murmurs, —

Long, exasperated sighing.

@Barrelofpoint45 —she won't pry. “Going for the modern ninja look? Hate to break it to you, but that's already a thing here in this part of New York.” If he was part of the Hand, she'd be dead, by now. But her gut's telling her he isn't, and its never lied to her before.

@Barrelofpoint45 She could hear it in the way he talks, and she fights the urge to roll his eyes. “ 'Fine', huh?” She suppresses a snort. Small talk to keep him conscious. She won't ask why he's this way, but given that he's wearing a hood, and has a katana strapped on his back, —

“. . .are all vigilantes this stupid?”

@Barrelofpoint45 “ —your good leg. Wrap this around your wound tightly to stop the bleeding. My apartment's not too far from here, I've got more medical supplies there.”

@Barrelofpoint45 There's a perfect brow raise, and she didn't study in the medical field to be told they're /fine/. Fine wasn't a term in her field of work, so she walks towards him, and takes her sweater off, pressing it against his side. She wasn't scared of him. “Weight on —

;—

@Barrelofpoint45 —Pressing her lips into a thin line, she walks closer, her voice lower. “Listen, I'm going to help you, but you need to promise me that you won't kill me, or anything if I do.”

@Barrelofpoint45 She hesitates, and she really, really is stupid. He could be the bad guy, for all she knows, but she's a doctor, and that morality part of her is screaming at her to help him. She reminds herself that he's injured, and can't really do much to her even if he tried, so. —

Updated that list to five. She's found five people in, or near a dumpster, now.

@Barrelofpoint45 —was, because this was really stupid on her part.

@Barrelofpoint45 —nowhwere, and it really shouldn't be surprising to her when she hears a pained groan when walks past an alleyway, anymore. Stopping short, her brows furrow, and she cautiously makes her move forward. “. . . Matt? That's not you, is it?” She was really hoping it —