Kapitel 34: The Infiltration
Yo, Dear Readers.
Sorry for the late chapter, but I was quite busy for the past couple of days.
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The fence loomed in front of him, its cold metal casting faint shadows in the dim light of the encampment. Thor's gaze fixed on the heart of the facility, where he knew Mjolnir lay. He felt the storm stirring, thunder rumbling in the distance, as if the sky itself called him forward.
Behind him, Darcy gave a thumbs-up. "Go knock 'em dead, Thunder Boy."
Thor nodded, though a wry smile crept across his face. He grasped the fence and scaled it in one swift motion, landing softly on the other side.
Once his feet hit the ground, he moved with a steady purpose, though stealth was new to him. The warrior in him wanted to charge through the facility gates, but he knew now wasn't the time. As he slipped past rows of tents and equipment, his eyes narrowed, searching. Mjolnir was near—he could feel it, like a pulse under his skin.
Then, a guard stepped out from behind a tent, flashlight sweeping through the dark. Thor froze.
The guard turned and nearly gasped. "Hey!"
Thor lunged forward, grabbing the guard's collar and pulling him close, clamping a hand over his mouth. The guard struggled, grunting and flailing as he tried to break free, but Thor held firm.
"Sleep, mortal," he whispered, his voice low.
With a deft twist, he incapacitated the guard, gently laying him down on the ground before moving forward. Another guard's voice echoed from nearby.
"Kevin? You there?" The second guard stepped around the corner, gun at the ready, his eyes scanning the dark. Thor tensed, preparing for his next move.
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The Alarm and the Rush
Thor shifted quickly, crouching behind a set of crates as the second guard moved closer, muttering to himself. But before he could make his move, an alarm blared to life across the compound.
The guard's eyes went wide. "Intruder! All units, we've got a breach!"
Thor straightened, no longer bothering with subtlety. He stepped out from the crates, his jaw set, ready to face whatever challenge came his way.
More guards came running, their heavy footsteps pounding through the wet ground. Thor barely waited for them to close in before he launched himself forward.
"Get him!" one of the agents shouted, swinging his baton toward Thor's head.
Thor dodged, grabbed the agent's wrist, and yanked him forward, sending him crashing to the ground. Another guard charged him from behind. Thor spun, delivering a swift kick to the man's chest, sending him flying back with a grunt.
The first agent groaned, attempting to pull himself up. Thor pressed a boot to the man's back, pinning him down. "Stay down. I don't have time for this."
The sirens grew louder, their sharp, pulsing sound mingling with shouts and orders from all directions. Thor glanced around, his heart racing. The path was blocked, but he didn't care. He could see his destination—the tent at the heart of the encampment. Mjolnir's energy hummed louder, calling him onward.
He took off at a run, weaving through clusters of equipment and dodging around another set of guards as they raised their weapons.
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Coulson's Observation
Coulson's gaze was fixed on the screen, eyes narrowing as he watched the footage streaming in from the security cameras. A tall, muscular man—blond, soaked from the rain—was barreling through SHIELD's agents like they were paper dolls. They were highly trained operators, and yet this guy was tossing them aside like it was nothing. His curiosity was piqued.
"Unbelievable," he muttered, almost to himself. He tapped his earpiece. "Barton, do you have eyes on him?"
High above, Clint Barton squinted down from his perch, his arrow nocked and ready. "Oh, I've got him," he replied. His voice held that casual edge that only Clint could manage in the middle of an operation. "I could end this if you want."
Coulson hesitated, watching as the man continued through the facility, his movements precise, unwavering. He could stop this right now, tell Barton to take the shot. But something kept him from giving the order.
"Wait," he said finally. "I want to see how this plays out."
"Copy that, sir."
Coulson leaned back, hands clasped behind him as he watched. Whatever was happening here, it was strange—and that alone was worth investigating.
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Fighting Through the Facility
Thor sprinted down a corridor, but just as he neared the entrance, three more agents blocked his path. One of them—a towering figure with a scar across his cheek—smirked, raising a stun baton.
"You think you're just gonna walk out of here?"
Thor's lips twitched in a grin. "No, I will fly out."
The agent lunged, bringing the baton down toward Thor's shoulder. Thor ducked, twisting to the side and slamming his elbow into the man's ribs. The agent staggered, letting out a strangled grunt.
Another agent came at him from the side, shouting, "Get him down! Use the taser!"
Thor dodged the weapon's crackling arc, pivoting to knock the agent's feet out from under him. The man crashed to the ground with a groan, while his baton clattered out of reach.
The third agent hesitated, looking between his fallen comrades and Thor. But he squared his shoulders, bringing his fists up, and charged forward.
Thor braced himself, muscles tense. He sidestepped at the last second, gripping the man's collar and swinging him into a stack of crates. The agent hit the crates with a grunt, tumbling to the ground.
"Is that all you've got?"
Thor called out, his voice echoing through the facility.
For a moment, there was silence. But then, more agents poured into the room, their weapons raised, eyes locked on him. He counted at least a dozen of them, and his heart pounded.
Thor's eyes gleamed. "Well, just how I like it…"
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James's Suspicion
James moved along the outer corridor, blending into the steady flow of agents preparing to engage Thor. He felt something—a strange sensation pulling at his mind. He didn't know the intruder, and yet there was something…familiar. Something that gnawed at him as he tried to focus.
His feet carried him up a set of stairs, where he spotted Barton perched with his bow trained on the figure below. Clint's gaze was steady, focused, but as James approached, the archer's mouth quirked into a slight grin.
"Hey, new guy," Barton said, not breaking his aim. "You're not about to mess with my focus, are you?"
James shook his head, trying to keep his voice casual. "Just came to see what all the fuss was about."
Barton chuckled. "Guy's got style, I'll give him that. Not many people can just walk in here and toss around SHIELD agents."
James leaned against the wall, arms crossed as he watched the scene below. He couldn't shake the feeling tugging at him. This wasn't just an ordinary break-in. There was something strange in the air, something he couldn't explain. And it gnawed at him as he kept his gaze on the man in the mud below.
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The Final Push
Thor didn't wait for them to make the first move. He charged forward, his fists swinging, catching one guard in the jaw, sending him crashing backward into his comrades. Another agent lunged at him with a stun gun, but Thor twisted out of the way, sweeping the man's legs out from under him.
One by one, he took them down, his strength and skill carrying him through. But he could feel the weight of each blow, the resistance in his muscles. He wasn't the god of thunder anymore—just a mortal with a warrior's heart.
Finally, he made it through the last line of guards. The door to the facility's centre was in front of him. He grinned and kicked it open, stepping out into the room.
The rain poured down, and there, in the middle of the dessert sand, Mjolnir rested in its crater.
Thor took a breath, the hammer's energy reaching out to him, filling him with hope. He could almost feel its power, just waiting for his touch.
He stepped forward, each footfall heavy with anticipation. But then, from the shadows, another figure emerged–a mountain of a man, arms crossed, face impassive.
Thor stopped, sizing him up. The agent cracked his knuckles, stepping forward with a smirk.
"You're big," he said. "But I've fought bigger."
The man lunged, swinging a punch that Thor barely dodged. They traded blows, each hit ringing out over the storm, each grunt echoing in the downpour. The agent's fists were like steel, and for the first time, Thor felt the full weight of his mortality. But he pushed forward, letting his instincts and experience guide him.
Finally, with a hard twist, Thor managed to grab the man's arm, flipping him over his shoulder and sending him sprawling onto the ground. The agent groaned, defeated. Thor moved past him, his goal finally within reach.
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Jane's Frustration
Jane sprinted through the facility, heart pounding as she wove between agents rushing in the other direction. Her mind was racing just as fast. She cursed herself under her breath. This wasn't the plan. Not at all. She'd trusted Darcy to keep Thor in check, but the big oaf had somehow convinced her otherwise. And now he'd decided to just…barge in?
The plan was supposed to be simple. They'd talk with the agents, maybe get close enough to the hammer, and then Thor would see if he could lift it. Subtle. Controlled. A lot less chaotic than what was currently happening.
She rounded a corner, only to run smack into Erik Selvig, who looked as frazzled as she felt—though his expression held something closer to anger.
"Jane!" he scolded, grabbing her arm to stop her. "This is exactly what I was worried about! Letting him do…whatever this is!"
"I didn't think he'd—" she stammered, pulling her arm free. She tried to reassure him, but her voice sounded weak even to her own ears. "It'll be fine. SHIELD won't…they won't connect us to him. Not unless…"
"Not unless he does something drastic?" Erik finished with a huff. "Too late for that."
They both glanced down the corridor as a fresh wave of agents surged forward, heading toward Thor's last known position. Jane's stomach twisted. What if this went wrong? What if he got hurt—or worse?
"Look, I have to get to him," she said, taking a shaky breath and slipping away from Erik. She had to hope no one would open fire.
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Barton's Observation
Barton's aim never wavered as he tracked Thor's every move. He'd seen strange things in his time with SHIELD, but there was something about this man that seemed…different. Almost as if the storm itself was following him. Rain poured down harder, the wind howling, and lightning cracked in the distance, illuminating the hammer glinting in the mud.
"Something tells me this guy isn't just your run-of-the-mill intruder."
Coulson's voice crackled through his earpiece. "How is the view from up there?"
"Give me the order, sir," Clint replied, his eyes narrowing as he tracked Thor's every movement. "Because I'm starting to root for this guy."
Coulson chuckled softly, but his voice was firm. "Hold off, Barton. Let's see what he does."
Clint shook his head with a small grin. "Roger that, sir."
Beside him, James shifted, leaning closer to the edge as he watched. His arm itched, an odd prickling sensation running up his skin. Clint noticed, quirking a brow.
"Something wrong?"
James shook his head, though he looked far from convinced. "Just…strange. This whole situation. I don't know what it is, but something feels off."
Clint chuckled. "Yeah, welcome to SHIELD."
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Facing Mjolnir
Thor knelt in front of the hammer, reaching out with trembling hands. He wrapped his fingers around the handle, the familiar weight comforting, grounding.
He pulled.
But nothing happened.
Thor's heart sank, but he pulled again, this time with more force, muscles straining. Still, the hammer remained lodged in the ground, unmoved.
Desperation clawed at his chest. He grunted, straining with all his might, but Mjolnir didn't budge. Finally, he collapsed to his knees, staring at the hammer in disbelief.
"No..." he whispered the word escaping in a broken gasp. "No."
The rain poured down harder, mixing with the quiet fury in his eyes. He threw back his head, a scream ripping from his throat as he raised his fists to the sky.
The storm answered, thunder crashing overhead as if mocking him. He was not worthy.
Footsteps approached, agents moving in to apprehend him, but he barely noticed. His gaze lingered on Mjolnir, and for a moment, everything—the storm, the guards, even his shattered pride—faded. All that remained was a hollow emptiness where his worthiness had once been.
A familiar voice broke through the haze. He looked up to see Jane standing there, her face a mixture of sympathy and sorrow. She didn't say anything, but her eyes told him she understood, that she'd seen everything.
Thor managed a weak, broken smile, but it quickly faded as the guards pulled him to his feet, leading him away.
Behind him, Mjolnir lay untouched, gleaming in the rain—a reminder of what he'd lost, and of the man he could no longer claim to be.
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