This story is based on the idea from ahawkeyesview. Who created awesome gif sets for the idea that happend to inspire me.

I will post a chapter first and then if you can review, it will help out so much, so I can make it better.

Enjoy!

He drove the black Aston Martin db9 through an alleyway in New York. The well lit streets seemed to make him comfortable, but to him hiding in the darkness was second nature. So he always went in through the back at night, when he was tired.

He just finished his short mission to get information to where Natasha was when he got a call from Fury that they had found her and he was going to take a mandatory vacation. which was weird since there was no vacations in S.H.I.E.L.D.

He didn't seem to want to complain because he really didn't care at this point.

He was tired of this secrecy from her.

He needed a... vacation.

"I need a distraction." he sighed. He rubbed his eyes hoping to rub out the exhaustion.

He was driving back home when his prayers have been answered. Though he never expected that a blue box come smashing through the dumpsters. And so near his back alley of his house. And the last thing that he expected when he was examining the blue police box was a beautiful blond woman to greet him.

"OH!" she yelled out in surprise when the ride was bumpier than usual, and she fell to the floor. She tried going to Glom to see what was going on, but the TARDIS had other ideas. Then she found out that here was a disturbance in the dimension field. The TARDIS moved to an alleyway where the disturbance was less bad. But she kind of crash landed when was getting up and pulled the zig zag lever which was called that because it seemed less dramatic that the stop fire starter. Which started a fire which came in handy a lot when evil aliens wanted to get in. The fire starter was in line of sight of her waist and left a nasty second degree burn. She gritted her teeth, when it hit and nearly broke off the lever snapping it back into place. She put her hands on the console trying not to scream in pain. when she finally got her bearings, she straightened then

she set her mind to heal it when she had the chance and they weren't in danger. It hurt like hell but she has been through worse. It was just annoying.

The Doctor felt the TARDIS landing- no more like crash landing into something that made noise like dumpsters being crashed into by a car.

Huh? Was the ever present thought that seemed to vocalize itself from a thought to dialogue.

The other voices in her head paled in comparison to that one thought. One voice seemed to think, she smiled at her sarcastic self and walked to the door. Getting her light grey ankle length trench coat on one of the coral pillars.

"I'll be right back, sexy." she called out to her TARDIS. "Can you heal yourself? I'm being led to believe that the disturbance had broken the dimensional rotors." The tardis dimmed the lights to say 'yes'. And the old girl seemed to give her a mental push. She put on her coat and smiled at the ceiling.

She stopped and opened the door to find a very handsome blond man studying the TARDIS from the side.

"Oi! If you want to touch her that way, you have to buy her a drink first!" A very british voice broke him out his musing. He liked the retro vibe the box had, he just wanted to find out what it was. So he got caught stroking it to find out what kind of material it was.

He seemed to be caught and had the face of a deer caught in the headlights. He wasn't expecting a beautiful blond woman to greet him. He caught the way she put her hands in her pockets and the way she smiled, that she seemed to be amused and proud. Proud of the recognition her box was getting, and amused about the way his just-catched look probably made him look like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He was sure that he looked like a stupid man in front of a beautifully dishevelled woman.

He face had a couple of scratches and her hair hair a streak of blood tinting the gold hair. Her trench coat looked like it was hiding an injury. and on her feet she had black high tops converse that had a stain of blood on the tip.

She poked her head inside the box and grinned, muttering about how fast it was. Whatever that meant.

"Fancy a lift?" she asked, leaning on the box and pointing her thumb at it.

"Not if you drive like that." he scoffed mimicking her earlier actions and put his hands into his coat pockets. He wasn't wearing a trench coat only a light jacket, which really didn't have the same effect.

"This old thing?" she straightened casually then she gestured the box with her head and made it sound like he was complimenting her outfit, he wasn't going to be surprised if she just 'happened to throw it on'.

He expected her to.

"She's a TARDIS of course." Then she made it sound completely like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Of course." he nodded and narrowed his eyes. He was eyeing her speculatively. He was checking for signs to seem like she was on acid or bumped her head too hard.

Then there was sort of an awkward silence which seemed to last for a couple of seconds of each of them eyeing each other, which she broke with a question.

"You ever see Jesse James in his prime?" she asked as if she were making small talk about the weather.

He sighed and shook his head, being happy that she really didn't look like she was high or schizophrenic. "No."

"Want to?" she held her face impassive but a slight smirk was evident.

"Sure." He tried to deadpan his voice but it was kind of impossible after she saw how he took his time answering the question, and smiled beautifully. So he smiled.

Think it was the first time he smiled in months. It really didn't matter but he felt kind of comfortable around her, but flustered at the same time.

They were about to get in when she stopped him at the door and said:

"Have to make sure you are not evil. That would be very bad" she pulled out her sonic screwdriver and he was about to ask her what the contraption was until she put on her Ray Ban glasses that framed her whiskey eyes. He was speechless and she answered his question by just saying: "sonic screwdriver" and holding it up to his face where he saw that it had a purple tip that glowed when she turned the device on. She scanned his frame and check what he was on the screwdriver. He face turned suspicious.

"Right." Clint said skeptically. He held his hand up when she scanned him. He noticed that the device made a weird sound.

She hummed as she furrowed her brows in confusion.

"Do you also have a 'laser spanner'?" he asked sarcastically, not quite believing, but after the New York-Loki incident he wasn't that skeptical of flying blue boxes. He sensed that there was something wrong. "what's wrong?" Clint asked the strange woman.

She kept looking at the device and answered the first question. "No. Not anymore Emmeline Pankhurst stole it. Cheeky woman, always the funny one at parties. But I did get a new one. I think. I'm guessing Winston must have stole that one. Never let him into a TARDIS, things will go missing. He tried to steal my keys..." she looked at the sky like she was deep in thought, "about five times now." She saw that his hands were still up, so she gestured him to put them down.

She looked up and realised something, and slapped her forehead. She moved something on it and exclaimed

"There! Wrong setting." she waved it again.

She scanned him again and checked it. She said "all clear" Then the suspicious look left her face as she opened the doors as it changed into one of welcoming.

Clint was speechless for the third time that day as he saw the inside of the blue police box.