Picking up the hammer. Everyone was trying it, just to see if they could ever since Coulson and his crew found it.
If only because S.H.I.E.L.D. had been trying to move the damn thing for days and had come up short. Trucks, magnets, super science-y bullshit. Nothing had worked, so those guarding it, myself included, had tried to pick it up.
On the down-low of course.
If Coulson found out what we'd all been doing, he'd have our asses in a sling. Normally the guys on the monitors would've dobbed us in, but they were just as curious as we were.
My problem was that I'd actually managed to move it. Which was an impossible thing. Whatever this hammer did, and despite its immovable nature, I could move it. Use it even.
I'd made like I couldn't, just like everyone else. 'Cause who wants to be the odd one out?
But sweet Jesus…