Originally for the WOTD Challenge 'thaumaturge': a magician
Disclaimer: Don't own Avengers
"If we don't blow that drill up, it's gonna destroy this whole city!"
Thor swung Mjölnir in a graceful arc; it connected with the head of the nearest minion. There was a sickening crack as the man's blood pooled on the ground next to his crumpled body. Others were already racing towards him, but he had a few seconds before they reached him. He took the opportunity to fly off towards the drill…
He cried out as something latched onto his cape and dragged him down.
Not wishing to rip his cape, he dropped to the ground and turned to face whatever had hold of him, ready to deal out swift justice.
"Can anyone get to that drill?" The Captain's voice sounded again as Thor dealt with his assailant.
"If we could, we'd be there already."
Thor smirked at Stark's sarcasm, but he couldn't deny that they were in a grave situation; the drill was getting ever closer to the city, and if they didn't act soon, it would be too late…
BOOM.
Fire lit up the sky as the drill exploded, metal flying into the air as the loud bass of its whirring was suddenly silenced.
As Thor stared at the smoke billowing into the sky, something landed at his feet.
"Thank you!" the Captain cried.
"Captain, I do not think it was one of us," Thor replied, crouching down to pick up what had fallen on the ground: a perfectly round piece of piece of metal, about the same size as a poker chip. It had a 'T' emblazoned on it. "He's here."
~{G}~
"Again?" Stark sighed, as Thor placed the chip down on the table back at Avengers Tower. "Who is this guy?"
"Maybe we shouldn't complain," the Captain said. "He has been helping us, after all."
"Then why does he never show his face? It can't be just cause he goes by a lame name. The Thaumaturge? What even is that?"
"It is a magician," Thor answered.
"Seriously? We're getting saved by a magician?"
The Captain interjected. "We're lucky we're getting saved at all. There could have been a lot of civilian casualties today if he hadn't showed up."
The background chatter descended into just that as Thor reached forward and picked the chip up. His mind whirred over the possibilities, but he couldn't concentrate with his teammates talking over his thoughts. He excused himself and left for his room.
He still had the chip in his hands when he got there, but it fell through his fingers as he approached the door. For, stuck to it, was a chip identical to the one in his hands.
He held out his hand and called Mjölnir. The hammer flew into his hand, its weight reassuring in his grip.
He reached forward, his hand curling around the door handle, and pushed.
Mjölnir dropped to the floor with a resounding thud.
"Hello, brother."