I don't use a beta, so all mistakes are my own and I apologise!
The Avengers and related characters belong to Marvel and, unfortunately, not to me. I just like to play
Comments are always welcome, and actively encouraged :)
Hope you enjoy! ~ F
Ps. Tony will appear, and play a major part, I just havent decided what role to give him yet...
It was going to be a long day... A really long day, she could just tell. Since their shift had started they'd had two false alarms, a call to sort out a drunk and a parking violation. This was definitely not why she joined NYPD...
"Hey is that Gillan?" Clint asked, slamming the breaks suddenly and abandoning the car by the side of the road
"Barton! ... For God's sake Barton, not again!" she too climbed from the car and joined the pursuit. Gillan was a local drug dealer who's been evading arrest for the better part of six months now, Clint had taken it personally that'd he'd failed to get him on two separate occasions
"Control this is 55-Foxtrot, we are on foot in pursuit, heading north on Broadway"
She darted round a group of teenagers, keeping her eye on her partner. Clint grabbed the guy by his shirt, throwing him to the floor and cuffing him roughly when Natasha arrived by his side
"You couldn't have given me a warning?" She asked
"What? We got him didn't we?" he replied, hauling the guy to his feet
Gillan started to get angry and shout; "You can't do this! You've got to ri-"
He quickly stopped shouting when Natasha punched him in the face, causing his nose to bleed
He looked shocked
"55-Foxtrot, status?" came the voice over their radios
"Suspect is in custody. Over" Clint replied, dragging Gillan back towards their abandoned cruiser.
"Passive aggressive much?" he said under his breath to his partner, who rolled her eyes
"Bastard sells drugs to kids; he deserves everything that's coming to him"
The two walked back in silence as it started to rain, dragging their unusually subdued prisoner with them.
XxX
Across town, at the firehouse on the corner of Shield Way and Sword Avenue the fire service were having a quiet day; a game of basketball had broken out between the fire-fighters while the paramedics sat around waiting to be called out.
Bruce Banner, senior paramedic at the firehouse was sat with his best friend, and long time partner on the job; Hanky Pym. The two were joking, when Bruce looked up to see Jessica Drew enter. He quickly avoided her gaze and it didn't take a genius to notice;
"It still awkward between you two?" Hank asked, watching Jessica walk over to the food supplies and begin to restock the fast-dwindling supplies
"No, it's not so bad. We've been divorced for almost a year, and we have a son so we still have to see each other regularly, it's just odd having her work here"
They'd had some pretty major budget cuts over the past twelve months, which had resulted in the closure of the fireshouse on the other side of the city that Jessica used to work for; she'd been sent here and teamed up with the (then) newly qualified paramedic Darcy Lewis
"Hey Jess, you think we got enough food here?" came Darcy's voice came as she struggled through the doors laden with shopping bags
"Here mam, let me help you with that" said a young blond man, he was tall and extremely muscular, Darcy guessed he was the new candidate for the fire squad and gladly accepted his help;
"Yeah, too bad there's not a load of incredibly strong men stood around doing nothing!" she called back to the fire fighters
"Do you know where I can find Mr Banner?" he asked. Darcy felt Jess go slightly tense beside her, but nodded towards the table where two men sat, actively not looking towards the kitchen where they were currently stood
"Thanks" he said, a large smile on his face before he turned to stroll over to the men
"Mr Banner?" he asked, not sure which man to address
"May I help you?" he asked politely
"Hi, I'm Steve Rogers, the new paramedic assigned to Firehouse 55"
Bruce pushed his glasses up his nose, taking in the appearance of the young man; he barely looked old enough to qualify as a paramedic
"When you say new..?"
"Yes sir, brand new. Qualified just last week"
Oh great Bruce thought
"Okay, listen up Newbie, you ride with me and Pym, you do what we say and you work hard. If you can do that you'll make a damn good paramedic, so go get in your uniform and if we get a call, you better move fast"
"Yes sir" he smiled, running off to get changed
"Newbie?" Darcy shouted from the kitchen
"Yeah"
"Us or them?"
"Us"
Hank got up to go get some coffee; he was bored and itching to get out. Seeing the police cars from across the street speeding off every other minute made him jealous; he knew he should have signed up to become a cop instead of a medic
Jess wondered awkwardly over to where Bruce was now sat alone
"You still okay to have Joey this weekend?" she asked. They had shared custody of their four year old son, Bruce mostly having him at weekends while he spend the weeks with his Mom
"Yeah, I'm going to take him to the zoo"
"Okay, just remember he doesn't like the elephants, they scare him"
"I know Jess"
"And don't let him have too much ice cream, it makes him throw up"
"Jess"
"And if he's up past seven the night before he'll be in a bad mood all day"
"I know Jess!" Bruce said angrily, "He's my son too" he added, calmer now
Jessica nodded; "I'll drop him off Friday after school"
"It's okay, I swapped my shift, I'll pick him up"
"Oh, okay. Right" she said awkwardly, getting up and heading back to the kitchen
Bruce couldn't remember it ever being this hard before
"Man, it's quiet today!" Hank moaned as he sat back in his seat. Bruce groaned, Darcy shouted at him and Jess shook her head, if there was one thing you should never say in a firehouse; that was it!
As if on cue the sirens wailed and all staff headed out of the door.
XxX
"Nice collar this morning Barton" Coulson said as the two officers headed back out of central
"And a nice broken nose you gave him Romanoff" he added
She shrugged
"Official story is he hit his face on the ground during the arrest, but unofficially; I hope you hit him hard!" Coulson smiled
"I did Sergeant"
"That's my girl" Clint said teasingly before the two headed back out to their car. They'd barely climbed back in when the call came through;
"55-Foxtrot, RTC off Northgate and Hudson, multiple victims, possible 502, FDNY and EMT en route"
"55-Foxtrot, copy" Clint said into his radio, "Well this is turning into a fun day..."
"Don't jinx us Barton" Natasha warned, starting the engine and swiftly pulling out with lights flashing and sirens blazing; she knew she loved her job for a reason.
Just incase:
RTC = Road Traffic Collision
502 = Drunk Driving
EMT = Emergency Medical Technician