Dr. Juliette Lancaster ran out of the operating room after a disastrous surgery. It had all been her fault. Her fault that the patient would never be able to speak again, her fault that the patient's family had to endure such bad news. Hyperventilating, Juliette ran outside to get some fresh air. She blamed herself for what had happened to the poor patient. Such a simple surgery, but she had messed it up. Full of guilt, she sat down on a bench behind the hospital. That was when she heard the gunshot.
It wasn't really a gunshot, really. It sounded more like an electrical weapon, something that needed to be charged up first then blasted. Juliette, in her guilt-ridden state, decided that she had to do something to help whoever was on the receiving end of that blast. Not her best idea at all, but she was a doctor, and doctors were supposed to help people, right? She stood up and ran over to where she thought the blast had occurred. She arrived just in time to see the victim collapse on the ground. The perpetrator was nowhere to be found. Juliette rushed over to the victim to see if he was still alive. She found his eyes wide open, his mouth trying to form words.
"Juliette," the man said. Juliette was startled, how did he know her name? "Don't touch me," he told her, seeing Juliette reach for him. She didn't listen. How was she supposed to when it seemed like the man was about to die at any moment? She had to help.
It was late at night when Natasha Romanoff heard the scream. It wasn't one of fear, it sounded more like one of pain. Seriously? she thought. It happened every time. Whenever she tried to go on a relaxing walk, she would encounter someone to save. She hopped from rooftop to rooftop, trying to reach where she thought the scream had come from. She was still far away when she saw the flash of light that immediately alerted her to the use of an unusual weapon, and therefore unusual injury. Going closer, she saw that the light hadn't come from a weapon like she had originally suspected, it came from a young woman. The one who was screaming, probably. A man was lying down on the ground next to her, most likely dead.
"Jarvis?" she said into her comm. "Let Tony know that I am at the corner of 5th and Magnolia, and might need assistance. There's an unusual situation here."