"Clint Barton, you are arrested for the suspected murder of Buck Chisholm," the police said as they arrested Clint. "You're being taken in for questioning."
"What? Who? What are you talking about? I didn't do anything!" Clint protested.
"Save it," the police warned.
Clint got taken in for questioning. They showed him a photo of his former trainer, the man he had killed.
"Do you know this man?" the cop asked.
"No...?" Clint said. "Look, I'm hungry, you took me whilst I was on my way to get lunch, so can I please be let out?"
"No! Are you sure you don't know him?"
"Yes..."
"Hm," the cop put the photo away again. "Well he was murdered with an arrow at a shooting range that you have been known to go to."
"Was he? That's unfortunate."
"Yes. Were you there yesterday, the day of his death?"
"Nope."
"Then why do we have a recording of you calling 911 for help with the death of this man?"
"If I called, then clearly I didn't do the killing!"
The cop laughed. "So you admit you were there? Do you also admit you knew the man?"
"No! I don't know what you're talking about!"
"You're just making yourself look more guilty, Barton."
Clint spotted a ceiling vent that wasn't too far away from where he was sitting. It was really dumb of the police to put a ceiling vent in the questioning room, and to not restrain their suspect. But Clint took the opportunity and hoisted himself up into the vent. He quickly crawled away, going in a random direction and hoping it would lead him outside.
"Nat!" he had crashed into someone and looking up, he found it was Natasha Romanoff. "What are you doing here?"
"What are YOU doing up here?" she hissed.
"I'm escaping!"
"Well good, I've come to help. But why were you arrested?"
"I killed someone..."
"Oh my god, Clint! Who?! Why?!"
"My old trainer. But I only did it because I found out he was the leader of a group of assassins! I killed a murderer to create less murderers in the world!"
"If you kill a murderer, the number of murderers in the world stays the same..."
"Oh, don't worry, he wasn't the first murderer I've killed."
"Seriously?! Why have you never told me any of this?!"
"I don't know, I thought you might have to tell your group of assassins if I told you, and then they'd be after me."
"Fair point. But I'm trying to leave them, anyway."
"Unrelated, but you know, this reminds me of Budapest."
"That's not how you pronounce it. Oh, here's our exit."
They jumped out of the vent into the street and stealthily got away.
"Can I have some lunch? They took me before I had any."
"Shut it, Clint!"
"Oh hey, look, Stark Tower," Clint said, looking up into the sky.
"Yep. Have you never seen it before or something?"
"I have. I just... I'm moving the plot along."
"Right..." Nat said. "Hey, did you know Stark is a serial killer too?"
"Wait, like actually?"
"Yes, actually."
"It's not just because he makes murder tools?"
"No, it's because he actually deliberately kills people."
"Oh. Neat. I always knew there was something up with him."
"You concern me."
Clint smiled sweetly in response.
"Oh, look, there's the actual Tony Stark," Clint gaped. "Can I go over and talk to him? I've always wanted to meet a famous person."
"You've never met a famous person? Never mind, sure, go ahead, I don't control you."
Clint excitedly went over.
"Hi!" Clint greeted.
"Hi?" Stark replied.
"I'm a serial killer too!"
"Okay?"
"Wanna... Wanna make a murder gang together?"
"Look, man, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not a serial killer."
"It's okay, you can be honest with me. I won't tell the police or anything."
"Great, but I'm not a serial killer."
"Damnit, did Natasha lie to me?" Clint sighed, and started walking back to Nat.
"Wait, as in Natasha Romanoff?"
"Yeah, you know her?"
"Yeah."
Then Clint heard the police sirens in the distance, coming closer.
"Oh shit, they're after me," Clint said.
"Wait, come with me," Stark brought Clint into his car, and also called Natasha over, and she only got in because she wanted to protect the idiot who is Clint in case Stark tried to kill him or something.
They then quickly drove away together.
"So... Are you interested in the murder gang?" Clint asked hopefully.
"Murder gang?" Nat raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah! We like, murder people together, or something," Clint explained.
"You know what? Sure. I'll join," Tony agreed.
"Great! What about you, Nat?"
"You know I was trying to quit being an assassin."
Clint pouted and gave Nat puppy eyes.
"Ughhh, okay fine. I'll join."
"Yay!" Clint said happily. "By the way, do you have food in here? I'm still really hungry."
Tony handed him some food. Clint was satisfied.
"Wait, are those guys... Killing someone?" Clint looked out the window to find two guys brutally murdering someone. A small guy and a normal-sized guy.
"Probably," Tony shrugged.
"Woahhh, wait, stop the car! I wanna recruit them!"
The car stopped and Clint got out. One of the two started to run but the other stopped him.
"Wait, Steve!"
"Hey, guys, fellow murderers, would you like to join my murder gang?" Clint asked.
"What?" they both said.
"Murder gang! We murder people together! We already have 3 members including me, but the more the merrier."
"Um, sorry, but we're not interested in gangs," one of them said.
"We have free cookies!"
"I'm allergic to cookies," the other one said.
"Oh... Well, we have other free food. We kinda have a billionaire in our gang so we have all the food."
They looked at each other.
"Okay, fine, we'll try it out."
"Yay!"
They got back into the car again.
"Hey, this is Steve and...?" Clint introduced.
"Bucky," Bucky finished. "I'm Bucky, and he's Steve."
"Yes, and they've joined our murder gang!"
"Speaking of, what is your gang called?" Steve asked.
"Oh, it's called... Wait, guys, what should we call it?" Clint asked.
"The... X... People...?" Tony suggested.
"The Revengers?" Nat suggested.
"The... Fantastic Five?" Steve suggested.
"The Guardians... Of The... Galaxy...?" Bucky suggested.
"How are we guardians in any way?" Clint asked.
"Exactly. It's misleading."
"Yeah, no. Come on guys, anyone have any actual good names?"
"What? My name was great!" Nat protested.
"Hmm... Nah, what about... The... Avengers?" Clint suggested.
"What? No, that's lame," everyone said.
"As your new gang leader, I say we are called the Avengers," Clint said pompously.
"Okay, we can be the Avengers, but you're not the leader," Tony said.
"Because I am!" Steve decided.
"Yeah, no," Tony said. "As the one who's been killing the longest, I should be the leader."
"I've been an assassin since I was a child," Nat said.
"Same, but I'm older than you."
"Since when did you murder as a kid?" Clint asked.
Tony shrugged. "I don't know, I've just been like this my whole life, it's especially helpful when your house is full of weapons, but I'm very good at cleaning it all up."
Clint's eyes widened. "Okay, I'm very scared of you now."
"Good," Tony smirked. "So, we're in agreement. I'm the leader."
Clint sighed. "Yes, you're the leader."
A week later, Tony was at a party.
"I've brought you a drink," some guy said.
"What is this, cyanide?" Tony asked.
"No, it's a margarita."
"Sure, sure," Tony shook his head. "Hey, you wanna join a group called the Avengers?"
"The what?"
"DIE!" someone else came running towards Tony with a large hammer.
Tony tried to dodge him. Others came to protect Tony. Tony just brought his two assassins outside away from those other people.
"Do you want to join the Avengers too, big guy?" Tony asked the second one.
"No, I'm trying to kill you," he said.
"Exactly. It's a group of murderers like you and I."
"Hmmm..." the two looked at each other for a long moment. "Yeah, sure."
Tony brought the two back to their base.
"Everyone, welcome our newest members, Bruce and Thor!"