Welcome to St. Idris's Hospital. It's a wizards' hospital, just off the coast of Tanzania. Outside, a great bronze statue of Idris Elba stands tall. Idris Elba didn't really found this hospital...but there are many, MANY witch healers here who wish he did...

The few Æsir who ever come here think the statue reminds them of someone... Idris Elba does, after all, bear the likeness of Heimdall, their beloved gatekeeper. Either that, or Heimdall bears HIS likeness...

Shocked, rather, that there aren't ram horns on the statue, as well...

Here, witches and wizards have been injured...as have a few giants, goblins, veela, vampires, hags, werewolves, and house-elves. More power to the wizard or witch nobles, the healers think, who'd dare bring in their injured house-elves, as if they were family...

Injured centaurs and merfolk are often brought in, too. Alas, as the years have passed, St. Idris's has been compelled to divide the hospital into two wings; nowadays, hags and vampires are treated in the north wing, whereas centaurs and merfolk are treated in the south one.

In the pools of the dungeons of the south wing, healers give some of the recovering merfolk hydrotherapy. They seem to enjoy it...but otherwise can't WAIT to get back to Lake Tanganyika...or the Indian Ocean, if they're saltwater.

In the EAF, the centaurs are half-zebra. Most are half-black...although there are exceptions. Some of them wear their hair dyed half-white...if they're ravenheaded. They usually tend to be.

In a room on a higher level, Njor Malfoy, an English healer, makes out with a veela patient. He makes a mess of the equipment all around him, and is becoming quite the spectacle.

A witch healer walks by...and stops. She comes back, and watches the copulation. She sighs, takes up an empty metal wastebasket, hangs it over her fist, and clanks it against the door.

This gets Malfoy's attention. He gets off his patient, and starts to straighten his robes. The witch healer hastens things, by pulling out her wand, waving it, and straightening Malfoy's robes for him.

He starts to look back at his gorgeous and seductive patient. Before his head can make a full turn, though, the witch healer hauls him out of there, and slams the door behind them.

In a room on a lower level, a healer attends to a vampire patient, bringing her a glass of red liquid. She looks at it, and at the healer, critically.

"It's a baboons," she assures her, "not a Muggle's."

The vampire smiles, takes the glass, and downs it.

Somewhere else on the same level, a one-armed Abyssinian werewolf, as a wizard, bathes in wolfsbane potion. At first, it's worse than drinking the damn substance. Alas, it can be gotten used to... From the potion, enchanted sponges come to life, and give him a sponge bath. He growls like an actual wolf, as he seems to resent this...

The werewolf has kin, all over Africa, who are werefoxes, werejackals, or painted werewolves, just to name a few. This one's got a pack back in the Abyssinian Highlands, where he's from. It's not very big...but it tends to live high on the gelada baboon and the walia ibex, at least, during each full moon.

And in the Abyssinian Highlands, the full moon REALLY causes those peaks to shine... Even if there are out-of-reach geladas on them, avoiding the werewolves' reach like mischievous wizard children...or even Muggle children...

In a room on an upper level, Deana wakes. She looks around. It seems that she's taken yet another ride on the local Knight Bus...which, in this case, serves most of East Africa and Madagascar.

Throughout the years, the Black Panther has learned to program Wakanda's security to allow the Knight Bus to pass through, if it means saving Deana's life...as it did this time. Deana's rather glad she'd passed out, by the time the Knight Bus caught her. From what she's heard, rides on the Knight Buses are VERY bumpy...

Alas, she's always wanted to interact with one of those shrunken heads, that hangs from some of their windshields... She's been told that the one that hangs in the British Knight Bus has a Jamaican accent...

Deana tries to get up. Alas, the healers have bonded her to her hospital bed. And it feels, Deana has come to sense, that they've enchanted the bonds, to make them witch-proof. Deana smiles and scoffs.

"I think I'm this hospital's new patient," she admits.

Through the halls, a Muggle in a white robe passes. A lot of healers stop and look; the witch ones stare. The man's got his arm in a sling. It's hard to see, under the robe...but it's still decipherable enough, to the healers...who've seen Muggles in those, as well as have prescribed those to some of their own patients; mainly wizard and witch ones, but others, too.

The ones for giants are as big as tents. Even worse, the hospital can't seem to keep those in stock...

Bucky passes a few Hutu healers in the hall. Some of them smile, as they pass him. One of them taps him on the shoulder; the one he still has.

"Hey, White Wolf," they say, in their own Hutu accent. "The ward for werewolves is in the OTHER wing!" With that, they all laugh, and scurry off, slapping one another on the back.

Bucky sneezes, like a wolf, and proceeds. He finds the correct room, and goes in. At least there's not an Auror on duty outside Deana's room. Even so, White Wolf is prepared, in case there is one...

Like a ghost in a black mask, Bucky stands before Deana's hospital bed, and glares at her, with green eyes. In her bed, Deana gapes, and breathes more heavily, apparently petrified...

Bucky slides off the hood, and pulls off the mask. He gives her a thumbs-up, with his cyborg arm, ripping off the sling. "How close did we come to dying today, my black serval?"

Deana smiles. "Wouldn't know. I passed out a lot earlier than usual."

Bucky uses tools, in his cyborg arm, to untie Deana. He slides an end table beneath a duct, stands on it, and uses his metal arm to rip the cover off the vent.

Cradling her in his metal arm, he leaps into the duct. The duct is bewitched with extension charms, to act as a hallway...while retaining the appearance of a smaller duct, to the outside world.

"So," Deana asks Bucky, flirting with him, "how's the wild world of war these days?"

"I seldom ever find out," Bucky tells her. He sets her down, and hollows out the duct where a ventilation turbine, atop St. Idris's, sits. "Seems like you're getting yourself in trouble more often than I'm actually finishing missions."

"Ooh," she says, smiling. "Does that make me your new favorite?"

He picks her up again, and leaps through the duct. He's still got his sling; it's got firearms in it.

Atop the roof, Aurors stand, on watch. They see Bucky, of course.

Bucky sets Deana down, again, pulls a SAW out of his bag, and stands atop the turbine socket. An African civet, who's been waiting for him up here, gets up here with him, and stands back-to-back. The civet has a SAW too. They latch hands, from behind, and spin in circles, via the turbine socket.

And, they let loose a rapid barrage, spinning as they go along. Deana hits the topside, and stays flat against it, as this is happening.

While this goes on, the African civet raises the mane, along his back. He bares his fangs, too.

All three of the Aurors fall. They don't even get a chance to reach for their wands.

Above, a Wakandan hovercraft arrives. Its armor is silvery-white, and solar power aids its cloaking.

The hovercraft drops a cable. White Wolf re-packs the firearms, re-gathers Deana, leaps, and swings from the cable, as it takes him up. The African civet runs, and barely grabs the end of the cable, as it's reeled out-of-range.

Bucky, Deana, and the civet are levitated from the hospital roof, and aboard the Airwolf (NOT Bellisario's). On its own, the hovercraft makes a bearing for Wakanda, and flies away.

Aboard, Deana finds a broomstick in a trunk. She takes it, and heads for the side hatch...

She sees White Wolf. He seems critical...as he usually does.

"Scot's honor," Deana swears, "I won't fly away."

Bucky arches his brows, and grins. "You don't know any Scots."

"I thought you said my mother was British."

"Yeah; Londoner. Scotland is a bit far from that; like, Longshanks farther."

She studies him.

White Wolf shrugs. "That's from an old movie, Bravehart. It's about a Scottish patriot, who..." He sighs. "Fine. But if the Airwolf sees you leave the radar's range, you're coming right back in here."

"Yes!" She hugs White Wolf, and kisses him on the cheek. "Mm, you're the best, White Wolf. I don't care what the black supremacist groups in Wakanda say about you."

With that, Deana takes the broomstick, and bails out. She mounts the broom, and starts flying. She hovers just over the Airwolf's wings, and stays close. She trails behind, slightly, as a means of revering White Wolf. "Behind every white boy is a black witch staring at his ass," as the old saying goes...

Onward, the Airwolf flies, with Deana tailing, via broomstick. If only Deana's Londoner twin brother could see her now...