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A sound - a metallic sound.
And it weren't keys.
With a start Johanna was wide awake. After an ungraceful untangling from the bedsheets she threw on a hoodie and armed herself with a broom she found leaning abandoned on the wall. On tiptoes she pulled her door-curtain beside and looked around the corner. Men straight out of a Man in Black movie tried to come inside the lab.
Should she call the police or confront them? Hurrying besides the bed she got her mobile phone and called her uncle.
One beep. Two beep. Three beep.
Frustrated she canceled the call and wrote him: COME IMMEDIATELY and send another message with please, it's urgent.
Before she could map out a full plan she heard the front door open. Cursing herself she ran out. Including broom.
Coulson didn't like going into someone else's house and get evidence out. Especially if the evidence was linked to an innocent persons day-to-day live. But Jane Foster had much-needed information for the satellite crash. The mysterious hammer was something that has never been seen before. From the energy readings, that scrambled many of the technology they had set up around it to determine what it was and what it does, to the impossibility of moving it. Foster had been seen together with her assistant and Dr. Selvig and the strange Dr. Donald Blake in the city. He thought too late about Selvig's just arrived niece and it would take too long to find out her whereabouts before Foster and company was back. How much trouble could a mere teen be anyway? Sincerely Coulson hoped, she was out exploring, doing things a girl her age would do.
It took a bit to open the door without damaging the lock but S.H.I.E.L.D wouldn't be stopped by a simple door. For a moment he truly thought nobody was at home but said teen stormed into the room. Coulson mentally prepared for a extra short forced talk.
Dressed in shorts, hoodie with messy hair she looked like straight out of bed. In her hand was a broom held in defense and her posture was unsure. She was torn between fight or flight but it was clear to see that she had some kind of training. When Coulson remembered correctly in the files stood that Johanna and Anton Smith participated in show fight every once in a while on Middle Age festivals.
"G-Get out!"
Sighing Coulson stepped forward.
"I am Agent Coulson from the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division-..."
"Bless you."
"...short S.H.I.E.L.D. and we need to collect the information Jane Foster acquired about the satellite incident yesterday. Please don't interfere Miss Smith."
An agent beside him grabbed for a monitor. With a surprising speed the girl shot forward and would've hit the agents shoulder hard if he hadn't ducked last-second.
"I have no clue who you are and what you are talking about but you won't take something that doesn't belong you."
Coulson held his hands up. "Don't make things more complicated than necessary. We will compensate for the loss but for now we will take the data with us."
Johanna simply answered with no. Nonetheless Coulson motioned the others to pack the things together.
Coulson would never underestimate the power of a broom again. Johanna wielded it with ease and was light on her toes. A few Agents tried to corner her but they will definitely find blue-lilac bruises on their skin later. One even had a bloody lip. Finally someone grabbed and effectively broke the broom leaving the girl without a weapon. In the end four men had to pin her to the floor and crudely restrain her by wrapping her tightly up in jackets.
She trashed wildly but never yelled. Johanna was hauled up on her bed and Coulson stood beside her while Jane's equipment was put into cars and vans issued by shield.
"I am sorry for your treatment Miss Smith but we can't have you interfering. S.H.I.E.L.D is not an enemy."
"You are stealing Jane's things."
"She can have it back when we analyzed the data from yesterday."
Johanna looked up to him with a death glare.
"What is so special about yesterday?"
Coulson raised his eyebrow a tiny bit at the statement. The less she knew the better.
"As I said before, S.H.I.E.L.D will compensate for the loss."
With that he turned around to leave.
The only thing Johanna felt was fury as the man -Coulson- gave the order to pack things up. Nothing would be taken under her watch.
Boulting forward, she poked the next agent with the broom, turning a few of them towards her. One caught it and she used the momentum to hit another with the free end instead of yanking it out of the first's grasp. It was obvious to her that she was overpowered.
"Oh look, she can't do anything."
The frustration balled up in a tight knot in her chest. The agents only took as long as they did to restrain her because they didn't want to hurt her. Johanna knew this and took it to her advantage, it was the only one she had and as the broom broke she also knew that any chance on winning, as minimal as it had been, was lost. Her muscles ached as she tired to escape the strong hold, but everyone has his limits. They had took two jackets that hung on the wall and wrapped her up tightly like a bad Christmas present.
"Weakling, weakling, weakling."
Laying beaten on her bed she only listen to Coulson with half a ear. Something really big must've happened while she was asleep for an special organization to come. Probably it was the reason why Jane and her uncle were out yesterday.
Johanna was once told, that her stare was creepy and she used that to stare with her best glare at the Agent.
Keep him occupied while she wiggled carefully her hands free.
No one will come out unscathed when herself or family was threaten. The man turned around to leave as she unbind herself from the second jacket. Jumping up, tackling the man the jackets fell useless to the ground. She was out cold before she had the time to realize what happened.
Coulson scolded himself. As Johanna jumped at him he lashed out on instinct. Hitting her like practiced, knocking her out cold with a hit against the neck. Now he had to take her with him, even only to make sure that she has no lasting injury. Maybe he could...?
Sometimes his control over his strength slipped.
Selvig cursed as he saw Johannas texts and missed call. Only because of that god forsaken stranger! Not caring about any protests he yelled at everyone to go home immediately and ran.
Men in suits loaded the lab equipment into cars and vans but he froze as he saw Johanna. She was carried away unconscious, hanging limply in the arms of an agent.
"We will bring her back by morning."
Agent Coulson walked up to them.
