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P.S. : I do not own Marvel's Agents of SHIELD in any way, nor the characters from other Marvel universe in the story. I do, however, own the plot, and my OCs. Even if they do look like Marvel characters, they are absolutely different. I mostly inspired from the Norse Mythology and it happened to be a coincidence. Thank you.
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"Is he gonna wake up one day? I thought you had picked up a tough one!"
The girl was walking around the room with a look on her face clearly stating that she was irritated. Her stormy blue gaze was fixed on a man's body, lying on the floor. Her long coat brushed her knees at every step.
"Patience is the virtue of victors, Daughter of Thor."
The calm and low voice of Hella was coming from the huge window closing the room. The woman was standing, lying against the wall, facing the sky. The other girl could only see the metal part of her face. And the glassy, milky look of her left eye, now a bluish shade, due to the color of the sky.
"Don't call me that." The girl spat. "As long as I'm concerned, Thor is not worth being my father."
"Thor isn't worth being who he is. Loki should be where this failure stands."
Almost mesmerised by the words of the woman, the younger of the pair approached her and looked up at her. The goddess was tall. And impressive.
"Loki had been so kind to me…"
"When your mother was chasing her foe through Asgard and Midguard…"
"When my father was with his Midgardian lover…"
A noise made their heads swap. The man they had taken from the jail the night before was waking up. The two Asgardians exchanged a look.
"Are you up yet?" Asked the younger. "We do not have all day!"
Ward looked around the room, unconsciously checking for escape opportunities. Something hit him like a ton of brick. Skye. Where was Skye? The two women definitely weren't Skye. One was blonde, and the other... Part metal, part raven-haired.
"Soldier. Stand" The latter ordered.
Dread was creeping on his mind. At the icy, sinister voice, he couldn't help but respond. It was fear. He was terrified.
The blonde raised an irritated and waiting eyebrow. She eyed him with contempt and curiosity. Was this man the mighty warrior they had heard about?
Hella took a few steps towards the man who tensed.
"Grant Ward…"
"You know who I am."
"We heard about you from a very reliable source."
Ward was standing, military style. He didn't know why, but he had to do that. Or something really bad would happen to him. And he didn't want to die.
"I don't know you."
"You want to know who controls you... That's honorable."
"I'm Torunn of Asgard."
"I'm usually called Hella Lokisdottir of Helheim." The creepy one replied.
Her name sent a shiver down the man's spine. He swallowed. The woman burst into a cold, acid laugh.
"You are afraid of me, Midgardian. You are right. No mighty warrior resists my power."
"Hella. Enough with the chat!"
The blonde had just spoken. She seemed to be more impatient than the frightening one. Her face was familiar to him. He had already seen her. Or someone from her family.
"What am I doing here?" He asked. "And where is Skye?"
"Ah. The dreaded question! Finally! Your little friend has never been near you in months."
"But I've seen her!"
"Maybe. Maybe not. Anyway. You're here because you're gonna take your revenge."
The door of the interrogation room closed behind Coulson. The man was nursing his bloody nose, groaning under his breath. He looked up at the agent.
"Finally! Have you find the bloody woman who did this?"
The door opened again, on Skye. She stood near the wall, statue-like. The man gulped and looked away from her.
"I'm Agent Coulson, this is Agent Skye."
"Look, Coolson or whatever. I didn't do that. I'm no way the one responsible for that. I would like to go, now."
The agent looked at him, raising an eyebrow.
"You opened the door."
"I thought it was the Secretary, ok?"
"And what the Hell was she doing there in the middle of the night?"
The man opened his mouth, preparing a biting remark. But closed it.
"I don't know."
In the conference room, May was watching intensely the all interrogation. Skye had gone confident and more impressive in the past months. The older agent knew that it was just an armor over her broken heart. But it was already something. More difficult for Fitzsimmons. They were ambivalent on this case. He had tried to save them after all. Ward... She had slept with him. She had trust him. This jerk... This double agent. Oh, he had played his role perfectly, they had all trusted him. Even her... And he had destroyed the heart of the girl she had come to like in a motherly and protective way.
In the lab, Fitz was retrieving data from the eye-recognition system of the Fridge. A bleep sounded at his right. On Jemma's computer, the results of the test she had ran on the sample of tissue from the guard's bruised wrist had just popped up. But the girl was nowhere in sight. Frowning, annoyed by the constant sharp noise erupting from the machine, he called his co-worker. Twice.
He waited a bit before calling again. At the fifth or sixth time, when he was starting to feel upset, she appeared.
"Oy! Stop yelling like that!"
Her cheeks were all pink and her hair slightly disheveled, like she had just run.
"Where were you? You got your results!"
"I was checking something... Oh great…"
Her expert fingers ran on the keyboard while her expert eyes took in every pixel of information she could.
"Oh my God."
"What?"
"We have a problem."
Back in the little dark room, Coulson's patience seemed to be fading as the guard from the Fridge continued to deny everything, and to make sexist remarks.
"You know what they say. Never piss of a woman. Worst than dragons. I don't know who upset this one, the one with the mask. Poor fellow!"
Skye was doing her best not to bite back. Staying stern was the key.
"Speaking of the woman with the mask. Can you say something more about her ?"
"Some crazy chick with all her left side hidden beneath a metal armor or something. More shiny than actually protecting her, if you ask me."
"And other than her physical description?"
They were finally getting somewhere.
" …"
"We do have all day!" Skye growled in the corner.
"Feisty one, you got yourself, man. No offense, sweetie but this is men business."
"And you think my fist into your face is men business?!"
"Skye!"
"Sorry, AC."
Tripp had rejoined May in the conference room and felt that the woman was an inch from facepalming.
"She was pretty strong for some skinny girl. And got a voice that froze my insides! Like she was back from the dead or something like that".
Coulson suppressed a sigh as the lack of accuracy in the man's description. But after all, he was paid to push buttons, something that didn't imply any particular thinking.
Skye preceded him on the way to the door. When he followed, the guard cries out.
"Hey, man! You're not gonna let me rot in here! I'm no prisoner!"
"Why not. And that's not man. That's Director for you."
He closed the door behind him. His younger agent's smile welcomed him in the conference room.
"Well done, AC. You just shut his big fat mouth for a while!"
At that precise moment, when Coulson was opening his mouth to talk, some pretty excited Fitzsimmons ran into the room, almost bumping into Tripp.
" Sir, sir, sir! We got something!"
"That's impossible!"
"Unbelievable!"
"Well not really because we've…"
Before loosing them into their techno-babble and usual brotherly quarrel, May ordered them to talk.
"The fibers of the wrist of the man are 100% not from here, Sir!"
"You mean, S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
"No, sir. Earth!"
