The four conscious and coherent adults stood staring at the technology in front of them. None of them knew how to use it in the slightest. They were duped.

"I, uh," Banner stammered, rubbing the back of his head, "I really have no idea what to do. This is the weirdest thing ever."

"If none of us know how to get the TARDIS going, then we'll need to get the Doctor coherent," Fury said. All their eyes went to the Time Lord mumbling in his sleep on the floor of the spaceship. Tony and Clint were next to him.

"I don't know how far that'll get us," Natasha grumbled. "But I'll try." She bent down, one hand extended. The agent grabbed the Doctor's lapels on his jacket and yanked him up closer to her. She then proceeded to slap him across the face for a few moments.

"I don't think that's working," Steve pointed out. Agent Romanoff gave him a quick glare and returned her gaze to the alien.

"C'mon! Wakey wakey eggs and bacey!" she yelled in exasperation.

"Yell something that British people like!" Bruce suggested. Natasha blew air out her her mouth, rolling her eyes.

"Tea! Crumpets? Biscuits? Uh. . ." She tried to think of something to wake him. "Ooh!" She grinned as an idea came to her. "We're crashing!" With that statement, the Doctor burst into life, his eyes widening, and arms flailing as he leaped into the air. . . Only to fall over again.

"I. . uh. . ." he mumbled. "Emergency protocol twelve-seven-two-four-seven. . " His eyelids fluttered and he fell back into slumber.

"What'd he say?" Steve asked, looking around, confused.

"Emergency protocol twelve-seven-two-four-seven is when I can no longer fly the TARDIS due to an accident," a voice said. The group turned to face the source. There, standing right next to the console, was a hologram of the Doctor. "Most likely due to some accident, or injury, perhaps, but I'm unable to properly fly the TARDIS. This protocol comes in handy. Wonder if I've regenerated yet. ." The hologram trailed off, losing its train of thought. "Right! Anyways, whoever is in here, don't worry. The TARDIS will react to this protocol being activated. She'll take care of everything." With that final statement, the hologram blinked out.

"Oh, okay. That was easier than expected," Natasha said. The Time Rotor in the center of the console started moving, the familiar whirring coming to life. Within a few minutes, they were already touching down as the final dropping rang out. The gang quickly threw open the doors and brought their unconscious team mates out.

After some inspection by Banner and a few others, Clint and Tony were confirmed okay. But being an alien, they had no idea if the Doctor was okay.

"Try wiggling him again," Natasha suggested to Bruce.

"Or shocking him," Steve added.

"You guys aren't helping!" the scientist snapped. He was utterly baffled at what to do.

"Errr. . . detox. . ." the Doctor mumbled from his dream world, a long, drawn out breath following.

"Detox?" Natasha asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Hey? Anybody home?" Steve asked into the Time Lord's face. He tapped him on the forehead several times.

"Stop. . . touching me. . Rogers. ." the Doctor growled. A hand came up and shooed the man away. "Just. . . ooh, giant spider. . ."

Natasha sighed, falling back on the flats of her feet. "We've lost him."

"Healing. . coma. Just, calm. . med room. . ."

"Med room? Healing coma?"

"Maybe he's trying to tell us something?" Bruce suggested. He looked at the Doctor, taking his face in his hands. "What are you saying?"

"Airplanes. ."

"Aaand he's gone again."

"Med room. . . left and right past the bins. . ."

"Were those directions?" Steve asked hurriedly.

"I think they were! Quick," Natasha leaned down towards the Time Lord, "tell us what you need!"

"Fourth cabinet. . red vial. . contains blood. . ."

"Alright! Blood! Come on, Cap, let's go grab it!" Rogers nodded in affirmative and they raced into the nearby TARDIS.

Once inside, they sprinted down the halls, looking for the med room. The bins the Doctor was talking about came in view and they took a left then a right. A long hallway took them down to a white door. Steve opened it and they strolled in. There was a whole line of cabinets along the far wall, which they raced towards. Natasha reached up and sifted through the contents of the cupboard. She swiped one of the five vials of blood and gave Steve a grin before they headed back.

"Sweet! You got it!" Bruce exclaimed, taking the blood from Agent Romanoff. The scientist grabbed a needle and took some of the blood from the vial. He then slowly and carefully injected it into the Doctor's arm. In a matter of moments, he started moving.

"Gah, my head," he groaned, sitting up. He blinked open his eyes, rubbing his skull. He saw the Avengers watching him and gave a small wave. "Oh, hey guys!"

"So, you're leaving?" Tony asked.

"Yep," the Doctor said, smiling, "it's time for me to get out of here. I've caused you enough trouble. Besides, I've got universes to save." He gave them a small wink. He then rubbed the back of his head. "Never did find out what we were on Ziuron for. . ."

"Well, it was good meeting you, Doctor," Natasha said, grinning. As the group said their farewells, Fury put a hand on the Doctor's shoulder.

"Goodbye, Doctor," Fury said simply.

"We might see each other again. You never know," the Time Lord smirked. "Time works in mysterious ways."

"Heh. . well, don't come back."

The Doctor's smile dropped. "Huh?"

"Yeah, I really never want to see you again." The two stared at each other for a minute, Fury's serious and the Doctor's confused.

"Oh. I see. . ." The Doctor stepped back from Fury, inside the TARDIS. He quickly closed the blue doors. In only a matter of seconds, the TARDIS was gone.

The End.

WOOO! Done! I wanted to end on a funny note, but it didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped. But oh well.

I hope you all enjoyed the story! :)

~RandomHamster33