Bartoned

Chapter 1

You clicked on the sirens of the ambulance and started heading in the direction of the explosions and hoped that the traffic would be smart enough to turn away from the fighting leaving a clear run for you. They weren't always.

"Oh, goody," Kari said craning her head so she could see where the smoke was coming from. "I wonder who we'll get to see today."

"I think what you mean is, I sure hope Wanda will be there," you teased your friend.

"Oh yeah, well I wonder which one hopes you'll show up?" she teased back. "Will it be Tony hitting on you or Clint giving you the heart eyes?"

You smirked. You knew it didn't mean anything. Tony Stark was just flirtatious for starters. Everyone knew that. Clint maybe was too. Besides what would they really see in you besides a random hook up? Not that that would be so bad. After the last two relationships you'd been in, random hookups with Avengers would be living the dream. Quite frankly the idea of a relationship right now just seemed horrible. After the user and the violent asshole, you might just do away with commitment altogether. Especially given that there was that guy who worked in the emergency room who was playing cat and mouse at the moment. Flirting with people you knew you had no chance with was safe.

"I can't help it if I'm superhero catnip," you joked as you turned the ambulance down a side street.

Iron Man shot by overhead and Kari followed his path sticking her head out of the window. "Oh look, it's your boyfriend," she said.

"You're hilarious, Kari," you said as you wove in and out of the street, following after him.

You reached what seemed to be the center of the storm. Police waved you through a barricade they seemed to be making and the two of you climbed through the back of the ambulance grabbing first aid kits and jumping out looking out for people to help. The two of you had gotten really good at this. It was a bit like what you imagined being a field medic might be like. Assessing injuries on the run. Making a hierarchy if there were a lot, based on whose injuries were worst and who you were most likely to be able to save. Luckily that choice hadn't had to be done yet, but you would assess them all in that same way.

Today it was mostly head injuries. They came through you and Kari and half a dozen other paramedics first and then if they were able to they were lead past the police barricade to ambulances who would take them away. You were expecting to have to treat Clint at some point. You always did.

Today you had seen Iron Man, Captain America, Scarlet Witch, Falcon, and Hawkeye. There might have been others but if there were, you hadn't seen them.

As the dust settled and the police moved in Clint limped his way over to you as you were patching up a civilian.

"What did you do to yourself this time, Agent Barton?" you asked, glancing up at him for a moment before going back to what you were doing. You could see a few things he needed patching up already. There was a gash above his eye that was bleeding and another on one arm.

"You can just call me Clint. I think I busted a rib. Can you take a look," he asked, grabbing a gauze pad and holding it to his eye.

"Just one second," you said as you finished up with the guy you were patching up. "Okay, if you just go to those police officers they'll escort you to an ambulance," you said.

Clint flopped down in the spot the other guy had just moved from and you started cleaning the wound on his head.

"Ow, shit," he hissed as you wiped it off. "I said my ribs."

"I'll get to your ribs, but you're dripping blood everywhere," you replied. "You're gonna need stitches. I can do them now if you want. Or just butterfly them and you can sort it out when you get back to the tower or whatever."