The Torture

Dr. Banner stood on the shore, watching Alvin bully the little fishing boat onto land with the flying jet ski. A young fisherman who looked almost exactly like Hawkeye lay inside the boat, clutching his stomach and retching up stomach acid.

Alvin brought the jet ski to a stop beside Dr. Banner with a grin. He bumped fists with the slightly bewildered doctor, then said cheerfully, "Man, this thing is really great.

"Hurry up and work out the modifications. I can't wait to drive a Chitauri car to work. As an environmental warrior, a vehicle that doesn't burn gas is the best choice."

Dr. Banner no longer wanted to discuss Alvin's twisted values. Anyway, the boss was the boss, and what he said went.

He nodded to accept the task his boss had assigned, then looked at the drenched poor soul lying on his side in the boat. "This is the assassin? Apart from looking like Hawkeye, he seems no different from a fisherman. Could we have the wrong guy?"

Alvin glanced at Aaron, who had taken a hard punch from him, and shook his head with a smile. "A fisherman wouldn't keep a sniper rifle in his boat. And this guy's inhumanly tough.

"I hit him pretty hard, but he still managed to take it..."

Aaron painfully lifted his head and glared at Alvin, who was chatting and laughing with Dr. Banner. Through clenched teeth, he said, "What exactly do you want? You said you were friends with Clint..."

Alvin looked at Aaron, who was a complete mess, and spread his hands with a smile. "To beat you up. Isn't that obvious?

"The fact that you look exactly like Clint Barton is the reason you're still alive. That doesn't mean I have to treat you nicely.

"After all, you