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New York City docks, 2:42AM
The Cornelia Marie is no stranger to the city's docklands. Every three weeks, she arrives at the pier with a fresh cargo of fish and shellfish for the city's restaurants and hotels. Her captain's biggest client? The Lensherrs, owners of the most successful chains in the city.
The shipments seem legit. But the Avengers have reason to believe other shipments may be piggybacking inside the crates; shipments that won't see the light of day.
Opium is a premium commodity on the street. This is what they're waiting for. Tonight, they get to blow the lid on this operation and finally get something concrete to nail the Lensherrs' collective asses to the wall.
At Pier Twelve, several Lensherr 'employees' in large black Buicks await the Cornelia Marie's captain and her illicit cargo.
The shipments seem legit. But the Avengers have reason to believe other shipments may be piggybacking inside the crates; shipments that won't see the light of day.
Opium is a premium commodity on the street. This is what they're waiting for. Tonight, they get to blow the lid on this operation and finally get something concrete to nail the Lensherrs' collective asses to the wall.
At Pier Twelve, several Lensherr 'employees' in large black Buicks await the Cornelia Marie's captain and her illicit cargo.
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The Banshee arrives on the scene. Windows shatter violently as he passes within range of them. His hope is that the noise will be enough to break the concentration of the Lensherr witch long enough to draw her out in to the open and slow her spell-casting.
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Well, it won't do the Avenger Hawkeye any good. Besides, it's storytime back home.
With an effort, Wanda opens a gate and vanishes.
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The screaming stops, but hopefully not too soon.
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He hasn't been breathing for a while.
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He leans over Clint, compressing his chest. He might crack ribs, but that is something he could recover from.
He begins CPR.
"Come on, dammit! Breathe!"
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Moments pass into minutes. There's no response.
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...
"God damnit..."
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"Check it out, Charlie. Someone reached out and touched the Untouchable Avengers."
"He ain't such a hot shot after all, huh? What's the matter, War Machine? All tore up because one of your little friends got his ass handed to him?"
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