Bucky left the knife in and quickly wrote up a suicide note.

"Who kills themselves with a knife in the heart?" Steve asked.

"This guy, obviously," Bucky pointed at the dead body in front of them.

"You're sure the police won't just instantly suspect it was murder? Can't we just bury him like we normally do?"

"Steve, seriously, it's fine. I won't let us get caught, okay?" Bucky grabbed hold of both of Steve's hands with his own gloved hands.

Steve just nodded, and then they quickly escaped the scene.

"Yep, just some weapons testing gone wrong," Tony told the police. "Very unfortunate, but I did say no one's allowed in the testing area, so you know, not much you can do about that."

"You've been having a lot of 'weapons testing gone wrong's happening lately," the police officer said suspiciously.

"Yeah, people are getting so much worse at following instructions," Tony said, shaking his head disappointedly. "Anyway, I've got places to be, see ya."

Natasha put her gun away and went down the other side of the building. It was quite a deserted area, so people weren't likely to find the body until it was already half way through decomposing.

"The target has been eliminated," Nat said into her earpiece.

"Very good," said the person on the other end of the line.

Nat sighed and left.

"Ahhhhh, shiiiiiiit," Clint said after he had deliberately accidentally shot someone at target practice.

"BARTON! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!" said the guy in charge, as he ran over to the man whose life was slowly seeping out of him.

"Sorry...?" Clint said awkwardly. "I guess I'm not as good at aiming as I thought. Maybe it's got something to do with me being hard of hearing. You know, he shouldn't have even been out there!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND COME HELP!" the guy yelled. "CALL AN AMBULANCE!"

Clint slowly skipped over to the dying man and slowly got out his phone.

"911, what's your emergency?" asked the person on the line.

"Oh god, I think he's dead already," the guy said. "CLINT YOU ARE FUCKING BANNED FROM HERE, YOU HEAR ME?! I BETTER NOT SEE YOUR STUPID FUCKING FACE AGAIN."

Clint ignored him and answered the person on the phone. "Hi, yes, there's a dead guy here."

"Where are you?"

Clint just gave his phone to the guy. "You talk to them."

And then he ran off like the wind.

"Hey, what have you... What have you got in that drink there?" asked some guy with long blonde hair.

Bruce covered his poisoned drink. "Just some whiskey. I'm bringing it to her." Bruce pointed with his shoulder, and starting fast walking over.

The guy started following him.

"Her her?" the guy pointed.

"Yes, her her," Bruce sped up.

"I was just about to take her somewhere, why don't you give the drink to me and I'll give it to her?" the guy suggested.

Bruce paused, and thought it over.

"Actually, yeah, you can give the drink to her," Bruce gave the guy the drink, and then fled the scene.

Thor walked over to the lady, his target.

"Hello there, I've got something to discuss with you. Would you please come out the back with me?" Thor asked.

"What? Who are you?" the lady asked suspiciously.

"Ma'am, this is confidential. I can't discuss it around others. You're going to have to come with me immediately," Thor hooked his arm around the woman's arm, and she clumsily started following. "Oh and I've got some whiskey for you."

She yanked her arm out of Thor's grip and took the whiskey. She sniffed it, then took a sip, and after a few seconds, she grabbed onto Thor's arm again.

"Oh, I'm not... I'm not feeling so good..." she said, her words slurred together.

"Just a bit further, ma'am," Thor said, leading her outside. They were still pretty far away from the door, though. Why'd she have to sit so far away? Thor tried to speed up, but the weight of her leaning on him slowed him down.

"I can't... I can't breathe..." she said slowly, gasping for breath.

And then just before they got there, she collapsed.

"Well shit," Thor leaned down and checked her pulse. It was very, very weak, but rapid. And it was getting weaker by the second.

Others started gathering around and Thor sneakily escaped the crowd. She was going to die, it was fine, he didn't have to confirm the kill.

"YOU!" Thor yelled, spotting the man who had given him the whiskey.

The man froze at the door, then quickly ran out. Thor chased after him. Thor was faster. And in the end, he caught up with him, and tackled him to the ground.

"Did you deliberately poison her drink?" Thor asked.

The man didn't say anything.

"Look, I'm not going to tell on you, I promise," Thor said.

"Why should I trust you?" the man asked.

"Because I was trying to kill her too. I just want to know who you are. You're skilled."

"Bruce."

"Nice to meet you, Bruce. I'm Thor."

"Will you get off me?" Bruce tried to push Thor off, but failed. Thor got off him anyway.

"So, Bruce, would you like to team up with me?"

"Sorry, I'm more of a lone wolf."

"Same, but that doesn't mean we can't change, right? Why were you trying to kill her anyway?"

"I was hired."

"Oh. Same. Wonder why."

"Does it matter?" Bruce stood up and dusted himself off.

"Hm, I still think we should work together. You are very easy to catch, I'm not so much. You are very good with poisons. I'm not so much. We could help each other."

Bruce rolled his eyes. "Okay. Okay fine. For a little while. If you're annoying I'll ditch you though, okay?"

"Deal!"