"Thank you. Thank you so much for funding my research. Is there any way I can pay you back?"
Jane Foster, a very talentented scientist, came to Thor a few months ago. Well... She came to his nightclub, Lyn, and got drunk. Her request for funding got denied because her research into the planets from the Norse mythology got rejected. They laughed at her face.
Thor noticed her and sat down next to her, asking her what was wrong. So she had explained the situation, and he had offered to supply the money needed. Jane was astonished but gladly accepted, telling him she owed him for the rest of her life. He had chuckled and waved it off.
Now she was back, talking his ears off about her findings. Oh, little did she know...
"Well, it's getting late, and tomorrow will be an early morning. I probably should get going," Jane smiled awkwardly, sort of as an apology.
"That's alright, I'm just happy to help," Thor smiled softly as she got up, "let me walk you out."
It was chilly outside, so he wrapped his coat around her shoulders before he called out to a taxi for her. However, a car suddenly speeds towards them. Screams could be heard around them.
Before he released what was happening, gunshots could be heard.
Three in total.
Thor looked around bewildered. Jane was laying on the ground behind him. People came running towards them, while others called the police.
He crouched next to her, looking for a pulse. Giving a somber sigh when he couldn't find one.
People asked him if he was fine, or if he washit. He wasn't, but he didn't entirely know if he was fine.
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"Danvers, there has been a shooting downtown. One known victim. I want you on the case," her captain, Natasha Romanoff, called out to her.
Finally, a case again. Yes, she did mess up last time, but come on, six months of desk duty is just not fair.
She got up and grabbed her bag, making her way over to her car. Driving down to the scene of the crime seemed like an eternity which in reality was about ten minutes. The forensic team and officers already arrived. Her fellow detective, Steve Rogers, had also arrived and seemed to be taking whitness statements.
She greeted the officers that were keeping the people away from the scene. Steve noticed her and approached her.
"The victim is named Jane Foster, according to a whitness. It apparently is a drive by shooting, and we haven't found much evidence," he said while they made their way to the body, where their forensic scientist Bruce Banner was taking photographs. He looked up when he noticed them coming.
"She got hit twice, this bullet likely killing her," Bruce said as he pointed to her chest, "as it had hit a major artery, the other one just being a flesh wound."
"Doesn't seem like a professional job, does it?" Carol wondered out loud. Bruce shook his head in response.
"I can't tell it by just seeing it ofcourse, but the coroner report will likely state the same."
She nodded slowly, "well, let's talk to our main whitness."
Steve pointed her to the man that according to the other whitnesses was with her at the time of the shooting. He was back in his club which had also been deemed part of the crime scene as they weren't sure if it was connected.
"Ahh, I suppose you're the detective?" the blonde man stood up from one of the bar chairs, leaving half a glass of whiskey standing on the bar. Was he drinking while he was being interrogated?
