warning: i'm not steven moffat so i'm not going to visit the 51st century a million times. and i dont own doctor who.
The pillar looked alien but the interior was beautiful. Various painting on the wall adorned the inside of the strange box. The room was as large as a ballroom with strangely five colored chandeliers surrounding the was a captain's chair that was a high chair polka-dotted love seat. The floor was black and white checkered tile and there was a ramp leading to the console in the middle of the room. Mardi Gras beads were on the console and various other trinkets like watches, wallets and alien things.
"Don't push, pull, or rub anything on the console", she warned. "You don't want to end up blowing up the solar system."
"I never asked what your name was." Clint pointed.
"The Doctor." she answered with a bright smile on her face. She was about to take her jacket off when she stopped herself remembering that she had a nasty wound and first impressions don't start off with second-degree burns.
"Doctor who?" Clint asked while examining her actions.
"Just the Doctor." she strode up the rec carpeted ramp and stopped in front of the console next to him.
"No first name?" clint asked while examining the console more thoroughly, he found that it had a monitor on the pillar.
"No. Well yes but you wouldn't even pronounce the first syllable. They called me Rho Psi back in the academy. Some companions called me Doctor. Had to make up a name when I worked in UNIT, so my name was Rose Tyler. Fellow colleagues called me Doctor Rose. We-ell back then when I practiced martial arts and had a canary-yellow roadster named 'Bessie'." The Doctor babbled circling the console. "Don't know what happened to her." Her face scrunched up trying to remember. Then she lifted her head
"What was I talking about again?" She asked.
"Your name." Clint was checking his surroundings incase Tony jumped out yelling 'Surprise!'.
"Oh right!" she moved. "Whatever tickles your fancy!" she waved her hands not really paying attention to him. She giggled and hollered. "Ozzy Osbourne! He said that a lot when he was chill and backstage. Of course he was on drugs, but he was quite the reader. Loved his show. Hilarious! Me and Sarah met him and his lovely wife back when they were just newlyweds. What was that phrase he used to say?" she asked him.
He smiled, she seemed a little off her rocker but she was funny.
She look at him and they yelled at the same time "SHARON!" They were bent over laughing while Clint was making impersonations of Ozzy Osbourne.
When the laughter subsided, Clint punched her arm playfully. They both ended up in the captain's seat and looking at the ceiling.
"You look like a Sharon." Clint happened to say, causing the comfortable silence to get confusing.
"What?" She giggled.
"You said I can call you whatever I want. Sharon it is!" He stood up. He held his hand towards her and she took it.
"If you're to call me Sharon. And after I just told you mine: What is your name?" she grinned. The Doctor was quite happy that she found a companion-in-consideration that acclimated to alien technology as fast as this strange man has. She remembered past companions and felt a little pang of sadness. She was happy to show people the universe and what it has to offer, but a companion always had to return to their family or leave because it was getting too dangerous.
"My name is Clint Barton." he shook her hand and she returned the favor, laughing at the mock business tone of the conversation.
"Well Clint, my name is , Sharon, or the Doctor. Maybe just call me the Doctor when we are in a crowd so I can instill fear in the evil-minded weak fools." She tried not to smile but his lip twitched and she laughed a bit.
Clint laughed too, and he realized that this was the first time he laughed in months. When the laughter stopped the Doctor smiled, and got up from the seat and strode up to the console. She pushed buttons, and pulled levers. She rounded the console and pushed more levers while the ride was getting bumpy.
She said a few curses in Gallifreyan under her breath when fell to the floor.
"Do you know how to drive this thing? Or are you clueless as I am?" he teased. She glared. The shaking stopped and she sighed.
"Of course I know how to drive her! And this thing is living! Time and relative dimension in space. She's alive! Well she organic being. Kind of telepathic. She can hear you, you know." the Doctor said defensively, stroking the console.
Clint was confused and he was about to ask, until he saw the cute pout she was sporting. He decided that he wanted to change the subject.
"So where are we?" Clint prodded.
"Oh, Clint. Time travel has a different vocabulary. More along the line of: When are we?" She leaned against the console, and she gestured towards the doors.
Clint ran to the doors and took a deep breath, he could hear her footsteps reaching him. He opened the door wide and exhaled.
Their surrounding was the Wild West, circa 1886. Carriages strolling rich people through the large town and since it was night they went to a very well richly-furnished saloon.
"Clint. I think we missed him. 1886," Sharon checked her, what-seemed-to-be-a-digital-wrist-watch-but-looked -a-little-bit-more-complex. "He died four years earlier." He voice took a sad tone. Jesse James was a murderer but he was still a man who gave to the people. That was quite courageous in her books.
"It's alright." he amended.
"We-ell, how do you like it? Kansas City, Missouri. After the reconstruction era and the American Civil War. This is the moment America was like the roaring twenties, profitable but it's still growing. Now america is becoming large and wonderful. Still have that quirk for guns, it seems. I have a beautiful gun that an old friend gave me. Never use it, just for decorations. Don't really like to use one unless it's an emergency, and even then I really don't like it. But when you are drunk at 3 in the morning with a very serious actor who is also tipsy and has a trigger finger you indulge in letting out some frustrations and go to shoot some bottles in an empty bar in New York." Sharon laughed. "That day gave me a hangover that is worse that getting stabbed in the leg a few times."
Clint was viewing her carefree manner and how she put her hands in her pockets and jumped on the balls of her feet. She was smiling as if the cat got the canary.
"Waking up beside a large pool naked and soaking wet with some 6-year-old child trying to wake you up isn't the most pleasant thing I have ever done. Just hope you don't wake up like that, Clint." She pointed.
Clint was about to ask how she ended up like that, when sharon beat him to it.
"You don't want to know." She laughed, and he chuckled a bit. Then the moment turned sour when a blood-curdling scream pierced the air.
