Author's Note: This is what happens when a crazy fan fiction addict is mad because Romanoff, Stark, Banner and especially Rogers weren't in Thor, and Barton only had a cameo. This story makes no logical sense whatsoever, and is completely pointless.
Mighty Mjolnir
by OneSizeFitsAll
Chapter 1
Natasha Romanoff was mad. Mad was rather too tame a word for it. She was seething with anger. That was too cliche a phrase for it. Natasha could not remember the last time she was this angry.
The reason she was so angry that her thoughts dwelt on murder and/or suicide was that Agent Coulson had said something very nasty about Clint. Natasha would never allow herself to say, even to think, those horrible, wicked words! They were all lies and nonsense! Her poor, darling Clint! How dare Coulson say any such thing about him! Coulson was nothing but a big, fat fool, and he deserved to pay for saying something so false about such a noble, honourable man.
Oh, wouldn't he pay! Natasha would make him sorry for what he'd done! And she knew just how to do it.
Clint had told her in his email that SHIELD had found a strange satellite that had fallen to earth. He had told her of the unusual interest Coulson had shown in this object. And if Natasha had any sense at all, she could tell that Coulson would be very upset should it disappear.
Late one night, a black garbed figure crept across the SHIELD building site. Natasha had no trouble finding the satellite. The guards were easily taken care of with a few basic ju-jitsu moves, and then she was standing before it...a huge hammer set in the mud.
Clint had told her everything about it. He had told her how hundreds of men had come to the site and tried to pull it out of its place. He had told her how they all had failed. He had said it was too heavy to lift...either that, or it was stuck to the ground.
Natasha sniffed as she looked at the hammer. Men these days! Sure, the hammer was big, but only a weakling wouldn't be able to lift it. Wasn't there a single person in New Mexico who wasn't a weakling?
Of course there was. Her name was Natasha Romanoff. Natasha put her hand to the handle and pulled. There was a strange buzzing noise, but the hammer would not shift in its place.
She pulled with both hands, concentrating all her strength on pulling that hammer out of the mud. It would not budge.
"What are you doing?" said a voice softly.
Natasha silently swore in Russian. How silly of her to have let her guard down. Oh well, she could still deal with this.
She turned to face Coulson, who stood with his arms crossed, looking at her.
She motioned to the hammer. "Trying it on for size," she said casually.
"That sort of thing could get you in trouble, you know."
"You think so?" she said, smiling slightly, and secretly preparing for her surprise karate attack.
"Of course. You either get caught and interrogated, or you knock me out, escape, and SHIELD is your enemy again."
Natasha stared for half a moment. Then her face hardened and she smirked bitterly. "So this whole thing was just a trap? A simple piece of junk glued to the ground? A way to prove to SHIELD that I was still an enemy? And you even got Clint to help you out. Very clever."
"Of course it wasn't a trap. This is a government threat that we were investigating. And you just so happened to walk right into a security zone, knock out half a dozen guards, and generally make yourself look very suspicious. So now you only have two choices. What are you going to do?"
Natasha rolled her eyes to show how little she believed him. She heard the step of guards behind her, and put her hands behind her back. The cuffs clicked shut, and she was marched off towards the interrogation chamber.
Author's note: Hope you enjoyed it! Sorry it was so short! Please leave a review and keep an eye out for the next chapter!