Marvel/Doctor Who Crossover AU: Stars and Stripes Forever (AO3 | FFN)
When the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. are forced to work with the members of UNIT after the Battle of New York, sparks fly between Steve Rogers and Martha Jones. A collection interconnected one shots chronicling the friendship and eventual relationship between the Woman who Walked the Earth and the Star Spangled Man with a Plan.
“Is that it?” he asked as he pulled his shirt back on.
“For my part.” Martha flipped through the pages of the chart making notes and checking to see that she hadn’t missed anything. “A tech will be in soon to collect some samples from you. A few vials of blood so that we can do a chemistry panel and a complete blood count. A urine sample as well,” she informed him. “Then another doctor will be in to complete the final stage of your physical examination.”
Steve frowned. “A different doctor?”
“Yes,” Martha replied with a furrowed brow. “I figured you’d be more comfortable with someone like Dr. Streiten.”
“With all due respect to Dr. Streiten, if it’s all the same to you, I’d prefer to continue on under your care,” Steve insisted.
Martha drew in air through her teeth and fiddled with the pocket of her lab coat. “How can I put this delicately,” she began before falling into a thoughtful silence while she chose her words. “While I appreciate your vote of confidence, Captain Rogers, the next portion of the assessment is specifically tailored to a male subject,” she explained. “As such, for the sake of modesty, you may be more comfortable with a male physician.”
Steve allowed Martha’s words to sink in before his eyebrows shot up. “Right,” he said calmly. “Dr. Streiten will be fine.” Martha fought back a smile and glanced down at her shoes before meeting his eyes again. “Will I see you again?” he asked. This time her eyebrows moved up in surprise. “For my results,” he added quickly.
“I can only assume that someone from your organization will give you that information,” Martha answered. “But as I said before, it’s mostly just a formality.”
Steve clasped his hands together and nodded. He studied his hands in an attempt to mask his disappointment at the prospect of not having a chance to get better acquainted with her.
Martha hugged her clipboard to her chest. “So barring an untimely dissolution of this joint venture between our agencies, I suppose the next time we’d have an opportunity to meet again would be in the field.”
Steve looked up. “In the field?”
Martha nodded. “When I’m not conducting health evaluations, tactical combat casualty care is my area of expertise.”
Steve smiled at the revelation. “So you’re a combat medic?”
“Technically, I’m a civilian, but for all intents and purposes, I suppose you could say that I am, yes.”
“Then I guess I’ll see you in the field,” Steve responded hopefully.
“Oh, I hope not,” Martha replied. When he looked at her questioningly, she broke into a bright smile. “It’s just that I’d hate for you to find yourself requiring medical attention, Captain Rogers,” she explained.
Steve’s smile returned. “Well if I do, Dr. Jones, I’m glad to know that I’ll be in good hands.”
