Hey dear readers,
back with another story. I am pretty certain this is not a good idea, writing so much stuff at the same time, but I just can't help it.
Those storys want to be written and keep going around in my head until I sit down and write.
This is really AU and basically something I came up while cooking dinner. Inspiration are mainly the TV Shows "Person of interest" and "Outrageous fortune".
Enyoy and let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.
Chapter 1: New York, New York
Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it, New York, New York
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it, New York, New York
Steve Rogers cursed the New York traffic. It was his first day in the new job and he was very likely going to be late. That was excatly what he had wanted to avoid, to make a bad first impression. In this city in his field of work, it was crucial to get along with one's collegues, he just hoped he hadn't jeopadized that. The man sighed in relief when the traffic light turned green and he could move on, his motorbike not to be heard over the general noise. It felt good to be back, he was a Brooklyn kid after all, and for the first time in a year he had the feeling of being at the right place at the right time. Still, he had a weary feeling when he parked his bike in front of the NYPD. After quickly checking his appearance in the window pane, he entered, getting absorbed by the bustle of the building. Officers were running around the desks, civilians were sitting on uncomfortable plastic chairs, some drunk guy started to argue - all looked like a normal police station. There were papers lying around everywhere, most of the desks were an absolute mess. Steve's trained eyes noticed right away that only one table seemed particularly orderly. It was located in the far right corner, the owner was nowhere to be seen.
Lacking any better idea, the man walked up to the nearest officer who happened to be a middle-aged bald man with glasses. "Excuse me Sir", Rogers started, "I am looking for Victoria Hand. Could you tell me where to find her?" The man smiled at him politely. "The first office on the left, name is on the door." With a friendly nod, Steve moved on, squeezing and pushing his way towards the door. However, before he could touch the handle, the door swung open and a woman basically ran out of the room. She didn't look around and would have crashed into Steve if the man hadn't jumped to the side. Blushing strongly, the woman looked up at the new guy. "I am so sorry Sir, I should have watched out. Do you want to see Ms Hand?" The man just nodded, slightly stunned, man, that girl was beautiful! She was in top shape with long blond hair and features that instantly reminded him of those perfect little China dolls his mother used to collect. Moving past her, he caught a whiff of her perfume. It was sweet, nearly too sweat for his taste. But why did he bother, somebody like her was probably in a relationship already. Trying to clear his head, he took a deep breath and went in to meet his new boss.
Victoria Hand looked up when he entered, pushing up her glasses. "Detective Rogers, I suppose?", she asked, getting straight to the point. Steve nodded while shaking her outstreched hand. "It is good to have somebody new in our team as we are really short of staff at the moment, especially after Detective Shaw was shot last month. Hopefully you are as good as your records claim you to be. You will team up with Shaw's former partner, Detective Hill. She will show you everything and brief you on the most important facts. Hill should be here in a moment, she came in earlier but I sent her away again as you weren't there yet." The detective winced at the reference to his unpunctuality.
"I am sorry Ma'am, I got stuck in the traffic. I won't be late again." Hand merely nodded while keeping her eyes fixed on her paperwork. It was confusing and slightly irritating him, did she consider their talk as over? Just when he wanted to ask her whether he could leave, the door swung open again. A woman was standing in the doorway, one hand on her hip. "Rogers? Follow me!", she commanded, turning around and walking out of Hand's office.
Stuttering a short excuse, the man followed her. Followed her into a new job. Followed her into a new life. He didn't know that back then though.
I know, a very short first chapter. But more is coming soon!
