New York City docks, 2:42AM

[avengingarrows.livejournal.com]

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.

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[he-done-snapped.livejournal.com]

High up in the skies, one of many birds is circling the pier. But while all the rest are looking for some good scraps to eat, this one is watching the activities of Lensherr's employees very closely.

[avengingarrows.livejournal.com]

The arrow he'd nocked clatters to the ground, giving away his position. The bowstring, pulled back to its greatest tension, snaps back in his face. He growls several cuss words. He's got a spare, but he doesn't have the luxury of time to fix it. A bullet whistles past his ear. Footsteps herald Lensherr's men approaching.

Hawkeye snatches the arrow up and scurries for cover behind another stack of shipping containers, looking in his pockets for another string. Sparks fly as shots ricochet off metal.

[wwii-hero.livejournal.com]

He knows it's not his Clint. But it's still Clint.

Just as this is still Steve.

He approaches and puts a hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Steve... he's gone."