When Steve met Steve
It was a normal day for one Detective Danny Williams, or at least how normal it can get if one was on the famed Hawaii 5-0 task force. Right now, he was chasing someone who looked like he was barbecued, then had an entire building dropped on him. He, and the rest of the team, where currently solving some murders linked to the downfall of SHIELD, or as he liked to call it, SHIELD was HYDRA this whole entire time fiasco. He wasn't prepared to meet none other than Clint Barton, aka, Hawkeye. His suspect was in a dark alleyway, with a sleek black arrow jutting from his knee. Danny instinctively drew his weapon, ready for anything. He was supposed to have McGarrett for back-up, but something told him that his idiot, definitely missing a couple of braincells, partner must have stolen his car, or ran off.
"Barton, I should have known you're where in there," the man growled into the darkness.
"Hey, man, that wound looks nasty, you should get it checked out if I was you," he pleaded, trying to get his suspect to listen to reason. Apparently, he was just as thick-headed as one Steve McGarrett, for he got up and limped into the darkness of the alleyway.
"I hate it when they do that," a voice replied. Jumping, and nearly punching one of the Avengers in the face, the New Jersey transplant spun around and saw Barton.
"Who are you?" he half asked, and half yelled at the same time, for Danny was suddenly reminded when he met McGarrett for the first time.
"Oh, I forgot, my name's Clint Barton,"
"Danny Williams, but I have a question to ask you, who was it that you shot?"
"Brock Rumlow, a HYDRA agent,"
"Oh, he was a suspect in a series of murders that happened here,"
"From the sounds of it, he has a partner that you and the rest of 5-0 don't know about,"
"Yeah, that's what worries me, because of my lunatic partner, Steve McGarrett. He might chase the guy down, without any back-up,"
"Huh, that sounds like something Rodgers would do,"
"Wait, Rodgers, as in Steve Rodgers? Captain America, that one?"
"Hold on, are you living my life? The rest of the Avengers say I'm the reckless one, when it's really Steve,"
Somewhere down Honolulu, Hawaii, Steve McGarrett was chasing a guy who was limping because of an arrow jutting in his knee. Then the man turned into a alleyway, where it was dimly lit, save for a flickering street lamp. He was poised, like a panther waiting to pounce. Then he felt the muzzle of a gun brush against his neck.
"Hey, you, you're going to take me to a hospital, so put your hands over your head, empty out your pockets, if you don't want to end up in a coffin," the man growled.
"Hey, brah, I wouldn't do that if I where you," Steve warned.
He was a highly trained Navy SEAL, and the leader of the 5-0 task force, so he wasn't going down without a fight. Then he heard a gunshot going off, and wince of pain. Steve prayed that it was Kono who had shot the man, but a distant male voice ruined his hopes. The man was on the ground, the gun clattered behind him, for he was shot in his right arm. Then Steve fished his handcuffs from his pockets, pulling the man's hands behind him, not caring for the winces of pain.
"Hey, if you want, I can get that arrow out of your knee, it seems you pissed off a local hunter, bud," then before his suspect could protest, he yanked the arrow out of the man's knee.
Bucky was atop of a roof, his sniper rifle poised. Through the scope, he could see Rumlow trying to take another man hostage, but was failing. He pulled the trigger, he didn't want to kill him, so he aimed for the man's right arm. The local cops could arrest him and take the credit, not him. He did not expect for the man to pull out one of Barton's tracker arrows out of Rumlow's knee. It had to hurt from the unmanly shriek that came from Rumlow's mouth. He jumped from his hideout and found his old childhood friend, Steve Rodgers chase Rumlow's partner down the dark alleyway to where the man was hiding. He smiled to himself, it was somewhat refreshing to see that Steve hadn't changed from what little he remembered. He was still the stupid punk from Brooklyen who was too dumb to run away from a fight.
Steve was helping his suspect to his feet, when a man, dressed in black camouflage ran past him, followed by a blur of red, white and blue. The metal disk hit a building, rebounding off from it, hitting the other man in the legs, not killing or crippling him, but knocking him out.
"That was easy," a voice came from behind him.
It had a Brooklyen accent to it, and a faint undertone of command. Sensing someone who was in the US military, he jumped to his feet, still holding his suspect. He wasn't going to risk losing him, despite his obvious limp.
"Lt. Commander Steven J. McGarrett," he barked out.
"Captain Steven G. Rodgers," the voice barked back.
Then there was a voice laughing behind them, so both men turned around to see a man dressed in all black. He had shoulder length messy brown hair, that was almost black. Thick, black combat boots reached his sable colored pants. Even his bullet proof vest was black. The only thing on this guy that wasn't all black was his silver metal arm with a red, five-pointed star on the upper shoulder of it.
"You know what's funny, is not the fact both of you are named Steve, but you said your military ranks at the same time!" the man wheezed, now leaning against the side of a dumpster.
"Okay, we found the idiots named Steve, Clint," an all to familiar voice rang out. Steve sighed, fully knowing it was Danny Williams who found him. The New Jersey native had his arms crossed over his chest, smirking at the sight before him.
"Okay, Steve, who are your new friends?" Danny asked, still smirking like a cat that tasted cream.
"Uh, that's Captain Rodgers, and I'm not sure who's the escaped raccoon man is,"
"Bucky Barnes, my name is Bucky Barnes, not escaped raccoon man," Bucky corrected while still laughing.
"Clint Barton, otherwise known as Hawkeye," Clint chimed in.
"I think McGarrett already introduced me," Steve deadpanned.
"Who's the guy from Jersey?" Bucky asked.
"Danny Williams, Brookylen," Danny growled.
"Uh, Danno, there's someone you need to book," Steve gently reminded his irate friend.
After arresting and booking Rumlow and his partner, they walked back to 5-0 headquarters, where they saw the rest of the famed task force and the entire Avengers team, including Thor and Bruce Banner. Kono was talking to Natasha Romanoff, who where apparently discussing the best way to make grown men cry. Lou Grover, the new guy, and Chin Ho Kelly where talking to both Sam Willson, and Tony Stark, but the wealthy inventor was more interested in the team's computer. Bruce was making small talk with Dr. Max, the quirky medical examiner. Thor and Jerry, well, they where talking about space of all things.
"Okay, why is Clint grinning like he leaked the video of Fury singing a lullaby to his cat?" Tony asked, a pen dangling from his limp hand. Then they heard shouting, both teams recognizing the voices belonging to Danny and Bucky, but to their shock, they where arguing over the superiority of their home turfs, and comparing the idiots named Steve at the same time. Then they saw the confused expressions on both Steves' faces, so it had to be true, but Rodgers looked more confused than McGarrett, if that was even humanly possible.
"I had no idea that they could argue for that long," Rodgers commented on.
"You clearly never heard a Danno rant before," McGarrett snarked back.
"I heard that, Steve!" Danny growled back.
"Yeah, you clearly don't know Steve all that well," Bucky laughed.
"Okay, is the whole jumping out of airplanes without a parachute thing normal then?" Sam asked.
"STEVEN GRANT RODGERS!" Bucky yelled at full volume of his voice.
"I told you he was an idiot," Clint whispered in Danny's ear.
"Okay, but name one guy who thinks driving a police cruiser onto the deck of a Chinese cargo ship is a good idea," Danny told Clint.