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A week after Jemma slept with Phil they finally went on their first date together.
Jemma had suggested Italian, so they went to an upscale fancy restaurant in New York City, just down the street from Avengers Tower. Agent Barton himself had shown up to fly them to the Tower, with a quip advising Jemma to not jump out without a parachute.
Once at the Tower, Agent Romanoff was waiting to help Jemma with her clothes and makeup. Barton helped Phil make sure he looked good too, among other things.
"You should take your sidearm, Phil," Clint advised. "I have a feeling there's trouble brewing."
"I'm not taking Jemma out on a date armed," Phil objected. "If you're that worried, you and Romanoff can shadow us."
"Oh we will," Clint assured him. "And we will be driving you to the restaurant."
"When you say we..." Phil began but Clint was quick to assure him that Natasha would not be driving.
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"It's nice that Barton and Romanoff are getting a chance to have a date too," Jemma remarked as they ate.
"They're here because Clint had a bad feeling," Phil admitted, glancing over at the two agents dining at a nearby table. "A fancy Italian restaurant isn't high on their list of date ideas."
"What is?" Jemma wondered.
"A night spent making fun of terrible movies and pizza," Phil replied.
"That does sound nice, we should consider doing that for our second date," Jemma observed as a waiter approached them.
"Good evening," the waiter said. "I'm sorry to interrupt but Agent Coulson, you need to come with me."
Coulson frowned. The man looked vaguely familiar but he couldn't place where he'd seen him before.
"Who are you?" Jemma demanded loudly of the waiter, drawing the attention of every one in the restaurant, including two master assassins. "You don't work here."
"Sure I do, I'm wearing the uniform," the waiter insisted.
"You stole that uniform," Jemma said accusingly, "It does not fit you correctly."
The waiter growled in frustration and pulled out a gun, pointing it at Jemma.
"Come with me now, Agent Coulson, or I will shoot your girl," the waiter threatened.
Jemma glanced over in the the direction of Barton and Romanoff, wondering where they were. To her horror, Clint had collapsed and Natasha didn't look much better.
"Don't go with him, Phil," Jemma requested.
Phil shook his head.
"I'm not letting him hurt you," he insisted.
"He won't," Jemma assured him. "Romanoff insisted I wear a bulletproof vest."
"You're a terrible liar, Jem," Phil sighed before slowly standing up and turning to the waiter. "Let's go."
Jemma pulled a compact out of her purse and tossed its powdery contents in the waiter's face, giving Phil the opportunity to disarm the would-be kidnapper.
"She also insisted I bring some makeup along to use as a weapon if I needed to," Jemma quipped, making Phil snort in amusement.
"I've got this guy if you've got Barton and Romanoff?" he asked and the biochemist nodded before going over to the other agents to do her job and determine what had been used to poison them.
She pulled a handheld device stashed in her purse and analysed hastily taken samples of their blood as EMTs and the police arrived.
Phil handled the police as Jemma coordinated Barton and Romanoff's treatment with the EMTs. Once the police had the waiter/attempted kidnapper safely in custody and the EMTs had left with the agents in an ambulance headed for Avengers Tower and their medical facilities.
Jemma walked back over to Phil and reached for his hand.
"I guess we'll have to reschedule our date," she observed.
"We could watch a movie or two back at the Tower," Phil offered.
Jemma smiled. "I'd like that."
The pair left the restaurant hand in hand, walking down the sidewalk toward the Tower.