"ENOUGH!!"
Natasha's voice cut through the noise like a blade.
Instant silence. Every whisper, every muttered complaint, every dramatic gasp… all of it died immediately. The rank three doctors who had been inching forward to voice their opinions stepped back.
The patients who had been loudly complaining went completely quiet. Even the snow leopard, still frozen with three golden needles in its skull, seemed to hold its breath.
Natasha swept her gaze across the crowd with an expression of a Peak Master.
"This is my tower. I am its master. Don't teach me how to behave" Her voice resonated as her gaze swept over everyone.
The crowd took a few steps back with their heads down.
Natasha turned back to Tony. Her expression didn't soften even slightly.
"Tony Clark," she said. "I cannot give you a personal treatment room simply because you memorised a basic healing canon. That is not how this works. Not here. Not anywhere."
"Peak Master, I can…" Tony began.
