Bad chapter…sorry…
The field had been transformed. A large tent now covered Thor's hammer, the debris had been removed (turned out it was part of a farm shed over a mile away), leaving the hammer to rest in the middle. A series of little tents had been put up around on the ground. One was for command, another for utilities and toilets, and the final one for accommodation. The case of Thor's hammer had fallen onto Percy's and Clint's shoulders. No one had seen Thor for the past two weeks. The hammer had first been seen nine days ago. It didn't seem good.
"Maybe Odin banished him again," Percy said as he leant against the railing of a walkway.
"For doing what?" Clint asked as he looked at the hammer.
"Spending too much on Earth? I don't know," Percy shrugged, "he just wouldn't leave his hammer."
"We'll figure it out," Clint clapped him on the shoulder and left.
Percy remained to observe the hammer for a moment longer. The Hammer continued to shake against the ground as if it wanted to move. Percy found himself staring at the hammer like he was trying to figure out a riddle. He supposed he could call down Hermes and ask for help, but he didn't want to waste the gods time. It had been two months since he had seen the god and Percy had no idea what he had been up to. After Percy had left the gods and made amends with his past he had barely kept contact with anyone. Annabeth had moved back to San Francisco with her boyfriend after finishing the plans for Starks Mansion, Thalia was with the Hunters and the gods let him be. Nico would drop in one weekends—his cousin had explained he did in fact have a life in Italy (who knew?).
"Only someone worthy can pick up that hammer. Thor had a good laugh watching us trying to pick it up," Clint had explained to Percy. Apparently to explain the power of Mjolnir has placed the hammer on a table and told the Avengers to try and pick it up. Natasha and Clint hadn't even tried, but apparently Tony had a field day trying to pick it up.
Would Percy be worthy? He wanted to go down and grip the leather handle but he contained himself. He didn't want to make a fool of himself. So he leant on the railing and stared at the hammer. Where could Thor be? He had just disappeared so suddenly…..
Of course it was still a low lying operation. None of the other Avengers new of the Thor's apparent disappearance. As far as they were concerned they were concerned, Thor was in Asgard. No one noted Clint's leave either; he after all, was a super spy. Natasha was off working a solo mission up in Westchester Country- a simple observe mission to the Mutant School.
He played with the hilt of his sword and continued to lean on the rail. It wasn't like there was anything he could do. Facial scanners were working around the clock, agents were looking through available security footage and people were questioning towns people. It might seem like a lot just for a stupid little hammer, but a missing god of thunder could cause some troubles in the future.
"Agent Jackson," one of the agents who had sent to guard the area walked up on the gangway, "shift change."
Percy groaned internally before nodding. Just because he ran the show didn't mean he'd get off patrol duty. He dug into his pocket and clipped in his ear piece before leaving. Seeing as it was a small operation, one person would guard the outer fence while another would do rounds on the inside buildings. It was now Percy's turn for the outer ring.
At least the weathers nice, Percy mused as he exited into the night. He could see Clint in the distance up on a roof, oiling his arrows and doing maintenance on his bow. It was about one in the morning and the rest of the agents had gone to bed. The Camp had shut down for the night and the only source of light was from the sky lights high up in the sky.
"I bet you I can hit that apple in the field over," Clint broke through his feed, and Percy's keen eyes could just make out the shape of a tree in the darkness. It was obviously an apple tree, taking from Clint's wager.
"You can make it and be we both know it," Percy replied as he began walking across the fence line.
"Too true," Clint supplied.
When Percy reached the outermost area of the fence he pulled out his sword and used it to light his way. The flood lights didn't light this area but the sword provided a great source of light. As he walked he spun it in nice little neat arcs, relishing the feeling of the sword in his hand. It made him feel safe. His green eyes scanned the dark fields, looking for movement in the grass. Already, three different groups of teenagers had tried to see what was going on. Percy had been on shift during one of those times and had been forced to drive them back to their respective houses- telling them some lie about how unsafe it was.
He had been looking towards the west when a sudden storm cloud appeared from nowhere. Percy gazed up at the sky as thick wet droplets began to fall. Thunderclouds boomed loudly and glowed with a mixture of purples, greens and pinks. Percy was instantly on high alert.
A sudden beam of light broke through the clouds. It spiralled down from the sky like a laser. Its aim was for the field over. The light and the storm stopped as suddenly as they started.
"Wake up the agents," Percy said into his earpiece as he unlocked the gate, "I'm going to check it out."
"Don't go without backup," Clint replied.
"I won't attack unless necessary," Percy replied as he began running as fast as he could towards were the light had been aimed. He gripped his sword tightly and used it to guide his way through the field.
He had made it to the fence that separated the fields when he saw a shadow move out of the corner of his eye. He barely managed to put his sword up fast enough as a double ended spear suddenly was swung down on him. From the little light his sword put off he could see a tall women who looked perhaps around twenty six. Her armour glowed silver while her spear glinted despite the lack of light.
The spear wielder fainted towards his left, but Percy expected that. He instead went straight for offence. He jabbed forward, making the women bend away to avoid being skewered. He moved to take advantage of her skewed balance, but she easily regained her balance and responded with a low jab of her own. The tip of her spear had just kicked Percy's knee before he got the chance to whack it away with the flat of his sword.
Percy aimed for her left thigh, and then arced his sword up to her stomach. She easily deflected and aimed a high kick for his chest. Percy ducked down low and attempted to kick out her knees, but she somehow got enough lift to flip over him. Percy spun around in a low crouch.
"What have you done with Thor, Greek?" she asked in a low, deadly, oddly accented voice.
"We're all on the same team here," Clint suddenly said from about ten metres away. The agent must've arrived during the heat of the fight. He had an arrow knocked on his string, "I'm Clint Barton. Surely Thor mentioned me?"
"The archer?" she questioned, spear still pointed slightly towards Percy.
"Yeah, the archer," Clint lowered his bow slightly, "we've noticed Thor was missing as well."
"It is not only Thor," she replied gravely, "the Warriors Three are gone as well."
"Why don't we go inside and talk?" Clint eyed the pairs weapons as he put his own away.
Taking the hint Percy put his own away. Sliding it into his sheath he watched as the women lowered hers.
"I apologise for attacking so rashly, Greek," she said, though she sounded only slightly apologetic.
"My names Percy Jackson," Percy supplied as he began walking back towards the camp.
"Your stories have graced the dining halls of Asgard. Many godly travellers have told of your wins on the battle field," she supplied as she walked, "it is rare that a man can keep up with me."
"Who are you?" Percy questioned as he looked her up and down. The light was much better now and he could see that she had straight raven hair that was tied up, and wore silver armour. She looked deadly and fierce.
"Lady Sif," she replied as she gazed around at the SHIELD agents.
After sorting out who would take out their shifts Clint, Sif and Percy walked into the main tent. Sif laid eyes on the hammer and seemed to tense slightly. Percy kept a distance from her. It was odd how fiery and yet controlled she could be. She obviously knew a lot about Clint and SHIELD if she had stopped her battle so quickly.
"What made you attack Agent Jackson?" Clint questioned as he looked at the warrior who seemed ill at ease.
"Greeks are the bearers of bad news," Sif glanced at Percy, "it would not be the first time we have clashed."
"I work with SHIELD," Percy offered up, "but you obviously trust us you stopped fighting so suddenly."
"Prince Thor has informed me many times of the great shooting abilities of Clint Barton. I trust Thor, so in turn I trust you," she replied.
"Tell us about Thor and the Warriors Three. When did you last see them?" Clint questioned.
"Thor has not returned to Asgard for over a month. We did not worry ourselves for he was most likely busy with the mortal he is courting," Sif gazed down at the hammer, "but Thor disappeared from Heimdalls eye at the same time of the Warriors Three."
"So if Heimdall sees all, but can't see Thor, it means we're in big trouble," Percy crossed his arms over his chest.
"Aye," Sif nodded her head.
"Is it Loki?" Clint questioned.
"Loki is still on Asgard. He has been stripped of his magic," Sif shook her head, "it is not him."
"They could be going after those close to Thor," Clint mused before his eyes widened slightly, "Jane Foster might be in danger. I'll organise some Agents to be sent down."
"She won't just go with some agents," Percy said, momentarily forgetting Sif, "the only one she trusted the slightest was Coulson."
"Selvig might be back, he knows me," Clint suggested.
"He doesn't like you," Percy suggested, "I'll go. It'll be easier. You work with Sif on crossing out potential suspects."
"What are you planning?" Sif questioned.
"We need to make sure Jane Foster is safe," Percy explained as he looked at his watch, "if I leave now I can be there by lunch time."
"Keep in touch. Phone it in to Fury," Clint said before saying to Sif, "I need to know everything about Thor. Enemies, friends, possible people who would want to harm him."
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It seemed so simply said. In honesty Percy had to drive about eight hours throughout the night. Clint talked to him through the phone, listing off possible suspects. Percy was forced to phone Fury and have a safe home set up for Jane Foster. At six o'clock in the morning he stopped at a small roadside café and brought a coffee. While he waited he pulled up the file on the New Mexico incident.
Statements: Jane Foster, Erik Selvig, Phillip Coulson, Clint Barton, Darcy Lewis-
Percy stopped and squinted at the screen to make sure he'd read it right. Darcy Lewis? Surely it couldn't be the same bespectacled brunette he'd met on the rainy day two months ago? They'd shared one burger, how did he even remember her?
"I'm just here visiting my parents," she'd explained as she picked at the French fries, "I'm actually a research assistant to a physicist."
Jane Foster was a physicist. Percy took the coffee and headed back to his car. He pursed his lips in thought as he pulled out onto the empty street. He supposed he shouldn't care that much. She was just one girl. He was just beating himself up because of the fact he didn't recognise the name in the first place.
He reached the small New Mexico town by ten o'clock. He pulled up in front of the glass building and stepped out of the car, pushing his ray bans onto his nose as he did it. He slipped his gun into his holster. The glass building seemed to be deserted, but guessing from the car parked by the side, someone was inside.
He knocked on the door and waited. Hearing no response he knocked again. He finally heard a muffled coming and the sound of rushed footsteps. A women dressed in jeans and a simple shirt rushed through the glass building, but slowed down a little bit at the sight of Percy. He supposed he must've looked like the typical federal agent in his suit.
"Can I help you?" She questioned as she opened the door.
"I'm Agent Jackson with SHIELD," Percy pulled out the badge and showed her, "I have some things I need to discuss with you."
She stepped aside and let him in. Percy removed his glasses and flashed her a smile. She had nice light brown hair and bright brown eyes. She seemed intelligent, pretty and confident. She looked him up and down before nodding and folding her arms over her chest.
"What's going on?" She questioned.
"We need to move you to a safe house," Percy replied, testing the waters a bit.
"What?" Jane asked in surprise, "why?"
"Thor has been officially classed as missing. We need to make sure that everyone connected to him is safe," Percy had learnt to be rather up straight during his training at SHIELD.
"If Thor's missing, I want to help find him," Jane Foster folded her arms over her chest.
"We have things under control," Percy said.
"If you had things under control, you would have him back already," Jane pointed out.
Percy wondered if she was always this stubborn. Thankfully someone came and broke through the tension in the room. Erik Selvig came in and looked at Percy. He gave him a keen once over before offering a hand.
"Erik Selvig," he said.
"Percy Jackson," Percy replied, "I'm with SHIELD."
"I figured that much," Erick said with a nod, "what seems to be the problem."
"Thors missing and SHIELD just expects us to go into hiding," Jane waved her hand in emphasis.
Percy raised an eyebrow, "we're just doing what Thor would want."
"Take it back a moment. Thor's missing? How can you lose a guy like him?" Erik asked in surprise.
"We're still working on it. Lady Sif is offering her assistance," Percy commented.
"We're not going anywhere," Jane was obviously a stubborn women.
"Why would we have to leave…"
Percy turned towards the back of the building and watched as Darcy walked out. Not much seemed to have changed about her. Her hair was tied up, she wasn't wearing her glasses, and she seemed to be reading a really large book. She froze at the sight of Percy and her mouth formed a little o.
"You-what-how-" Darcy seemed to stutter.
"Hi, Darcy," Percy smiled at her, "you owe me half a burger."
Sorry, such a horrible chapter but I've worked on this so hard and yeah…