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Chapter 6 the well
I walk over to the SHIELD team. "In ancient times, people believed the heavens were filled with gods and monsters and magical worlds. Then, as time passed, those beliefs faded into myths and folklore. But now we know the stories were true. Other worlds, with names like Asgard, do exist. And beings once revered as gods, like Thor, have returned. Leaving us with more questions and an enormous mess to clean up," Jemma says. Ward puts these pieces debris into a box.
"Hey guys," I say.
"Great, what do you want?" Ward asks.
"I was here when everything went down, the attack, and decided to stay behind and see if I can help with the cleanup," I explain.
"Well, we are just checking for alien spectrographic signatures, one teeny rock at a time," Fitz says.
"A necessary precaution. We don't want anything alien getting in the wrong hands," Ward says.
"Still, this is definitely the type of work a monkey could easily do," Fitz says.
"You're our little monkey," Ward says. Jemma's phone rings. She pulls it out and takes a glance at it. She declines the call. Fitz turns to Jemma.
"Don't give me that look. I'll talk to them when I talk to them," Jemma says.
I see Coulson decide to walk over to him. I see, Coulson is talking to Skye.
"You guys, may thing it's old news. But it's new news to everyone else," Skye says to Coulson.
"Asgardians are aliens from a distant planet who visited us a thousand years or more ago," I say, gaining Skye and Coulson's attention. "And since we couldn't understand them we thought they were gods," I explain.
Skye walks over with a smile on her face. "Declan," Skye says.
"Skye, Coulson, it's really good to see you. Sorry, for dropping by uninvited. I helped Thor with the whole invasion thing and I decided to stick around and see if I could help you guys with the cleanup," I say.
"Well you can stick around but I'm not sure how much help you could be?" Coulson says.
"So, do you guys thing other deities are aliens, too? Vishnu for sure, right?" Skye asks.
"Well I know that Sorcerers, and demons from other dimensions are real, but I haven't meet a god who isn't Asgardian, so, I'm not quite sure," I say.
Coulson and Skye take a glance at me. "You know, it'd be nice if, for once, Thor and his people sent down the god of cleaning up after yourself. They probably have a magic broom for this kind of thing," Coulson says. I chuckle.
"I just wish they'd leave one of their ships behind," Skye says.
"Why, so we can clean that up too?" May asks.
"So we could go inside, take a peek under the hood, maybe take it for a spin. Come on, you're telling me piloting an alien ship - isn't on your bucket list?" Skye asks.
"Space flight sucks. It gives you migraines for hours," I say.
"Hold on a sec. You've been to space. Awesome," Skye says, trying to keep her voice down.
"On a few missions with the rest of the Champions," I say. "Stopped a few invasions. Saved other worlds even," I say, a smile growing on my face as I remember. It turns to a frown. "Then Galactus came and destroyed our world," I say.
"Who were the Champions?" Coulson asks.
"They were my team. We were the Avengers of our time," I say. My smile reappears. "My family," I say. I pause then say, "Also I can't think of a few out of a thousand scenarios were alien tech in human hands ends well," I say.
"I wouldn't mind getting my human hands on Thor. He's so dreamy," Skye says.
"Sure, he's handsome but," Coulson says before being cut off by May.
"No, he's dreamy," May says. Man, that woman's almost as terrifying as Nightmare.
"Fitz, is that… um…," Jemma asks. Fitz gets up off the ground, still holding the weird looking object.
"Definitely not from here. Another piece of the ship," Fitz says. Ward snatches the weird alien object. Ward sprays it with this gas. Ward gives Jemma and Fitz a clear look at the device.
"Out of sight," Ward says. Ward puts the weird alien object in a brief case. "Out of mind. It's why we are here. To keep everything under control," Ward says. Jemma smiles.
Scene change, Trillemarka National park, Norway.
I see Ward and Jemma talking in front of a knocked over tree. "I can climb it if you want. Just talk me through what to do with the doodads. Yeah, it's only about fifteen feet," Ward says.
"I'll be fine. I'm just a bit more wary about the height thing since falling to certain death," Jemma says.
"You're afraid. Hmmm? Shaken up? It's normal. But some feelings will take over if you dwell on them," Ward says, as he helps Jemma up the knocked over tree. "Especially fear. Now keep your eyes ahead, focus on what you like to do best," Ward says.
"Yep, not falling," Jemma says. Jemma carefully walks up the tree.
"No, research. You're a scientist, you like to figure things out," Ward says.
"I'm curious. Whatever was up in these tree to have been there for centuries, right?" Ward asks.
"At least a millennium. Radiocarboon-14 dates some of these trees at 9,000 years old," Jemma says.
"That sounds impossible. You think it grew around it?" Ward asks.
Jemma starts to walk up the tree as she says, "I'd have to check the dendrochronology first - to know for certain. - Uh-huh. But, I mean, the Norway spruce is a rather fast-growing coniferous, and I know you're trying to trick me into going up, - but I'm going up anyway, so…."
"I'll catch you if you fall," Ward says.
"Jemma, you have any clue why, whatever was in that tree was Asgardian?" I ask.
"Why would you think it's Asgardian?" Jemma asks.
"Because the energy coming out of the tree matches that of Thor's hammer," I explain. Jemma raises an eyebrow. "Oh, right, you don't know about my electric vision. I can basically see electricity. Pretty similar to x-ray vision," I explain.
Jemma scans the tree with a device. "Huh, whatever was in here was definitely not from this world. Fitz, you getting this? It's not Chitauri, is it?" Jemma says.
"No, no, no. Don't worry. This isn't another viral threat. Um, hang on. Spectrographic signatures match readings from Thor's hammer. Simmons, whatever was in that tree is Asgardian," Fitz says.
"I-I can see an imprint of what was embedded," Jemma says, pulling out another device.
"Scanning for three-dimensional restoration. Tell me when," Jemma says, using the device to scan the tree.
"When. Looks like a staff or a rod. Well crafted, engraved. I'll convert it, print 3D model," Fitz says.
"Well I guess I know who they thing they are," Coulson says, bringing his phone over to us to show us live footage of the news. There is 'We are gods' write with fire on the ground.
Scene change.
"Jakob Nystrom, 30. Girlfriend, Petra Larsen. Leaders of a Norse paganist hate group," Ward says.
"And the numbers are growing, thanks to what happened in Greemwich, and thanks to the internet. 'Yay, internet,' she said sarcastically," Skye says. I smile.
"Norse paganist?" Jemma asks.
"Obsessed with anything from Norse mythology. Stories of Asgard," Skye says.
"And now a weapon," Ward says picking up the 3D model of the staff/ rod.
"The scan only accounted for one side. Too much damage for complete reproduction," Fitz says.
"But see here? It's clearly broken on both ends," Jemma says.
"So there are more pieces," Ward says.
Yeah. Two, at least," Fitz says.
"Which means Sid and Nancy may be looking for a complete set," Ward says. The door opens and Coulson and May enter.
"The markings?" Ward asks.
"Asgardian symbolism. Hard to translate with our limited knowledge," Coulson says.
"You should give your buddy, the God of Thunder a shout. He gets his power from his hammer, right? What if this is his nail to the hammer?" Skye says.
"I already did. Director Fury told me he's off the grid. And if he has a cell phone, we don't have the number," Coulson says.
"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s investigations are on the trail of Nystrom and his followers," May says.
"We are charged with identifying the object and finding any other pieces before they do," Coulson says.
"They seem to have some sort of advantage. They found this thing in fifteen hundred square kilometers of Norwegian forest," Ward says.
"Guys. What if it called to them with magic?" Skye says.
"These guys don't know anything about magic," I say.
"Just because we don't understand something yet doesn't mean we should regress back to the Dark Ages, talking of magic and fairytales," Jemma says.
"Actually, that's exactly what we're going to do," Coulson says. I turn to look at Coulson.
"Excuse me?" Jemma says.
"Really?" Skye asks.
"When we first found the hammer in New Mexico. I consulted one of the world's leading experts on Norse mythology. Eliot Randolph. A professor at a university in Seville. We'll leave immediately. Maybe he can tell us something about these markings," Coulson says.
Scene change.
"Declan, both Ward and May, think you should stay behind on the ship," Coulson says.
"Great," I say, sarcastically. "What do you think?"
"That I should listen to my team," Coulson says.
I sigh. "Alright, but if it gets too dangerous, call me out," I say.
Scene change.
"This is ridiculous," Ward says.
"This is anything but. Ward you passed out. And you were acting not right," Skye replies.
"Coulson ordered me to give you a full work up and that's exactly what I'm doing. Um, before you lost consciousness, were you feeling claustrophobic?" Jemma says.
"Why?" Ward asks.
"She is ruling out a panic attack," Fitz says.
"I don't panic. Ever," Ward says.
"There we go. Ruled out," Jemma says.
"Touching the staff caused it, right?" Sky asks.
"Any residual effects? Are you exhibiting any extra strength?" Jemma asks. Ward turns to the screen to show Coulson interrogating Eliot.
"Why don't I try it out on that guy?" Ward asks.
"Why don't we not do that?" Skye replies.
"What's the last thing you remember before you lost consciousness?" Fitz asks.
"This is a waste of time," Ward shouts. Ward gets out of the chair. "We need to find the staff," Ward says.
"What exactly did you remember?" Fitz asks.
"Something I hadn't thought about in a long time," Ward says.
"Why don't you leave it alone?" Skye asks.
"Quiet," Ward says. Ward turns to look at us. "I want to hear this," Ward says. Ward presses a few buttons.
"One of my men is hurt, the staff is gone…," Coulson says.
"I didn't want any of that to happen," Eliot replies.
"What did you want?" Coulson asks. Coulson walks closer to Eliot. "The staffs power for yourself?" Coulson asks.
"Nothing like that," Eliot says. Eliot sighs. "You know I just wanted to be the first to study it. To prove that the Berserkers were actually here, a part of history. You think about that," Eliot says.
"Oh, I'm think about it," Eliot says. The screen changed to show the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo. Ward turns to look at Jemma and Fitz.
"What are you doing?" Ward asks.
"Your heart rate is rising, adrenaline's spiking. You need to calm down not get worked up," Jemma says. Ward sighs. Ward takes a few steps.
"The memory, was it about your brother?" Skye asks. War turns to her.
"Drop it," Ward says.
"Ward, if you need to get it out. I am here…..," Skye says.
"Right. To talk. Because that is what you do. Talk and talk. Don't you ever get tired of hearing your own voice?" Ward says Ward walks closer to her and Skye backs away.
"Ward!" I say. I put my hand on his shoulder. "Cool it," I say. Ward turns to me with a death glare and almost punches me. I remove my hand.
"Well, this makes more sense. Ward, what you're experiencing, this feeling? It's chemistry," Jemma says.
"Hope so," Skye says.
"Yeah, spikes in his adrenocorticotrophic hormone. It's like hearing those stories you hear when a mother is able to lift a car to save her baby. An adrenaline surge can create massive….," Jemma says.
"Stop talking! Just fix it!" Ward shouts.
"I wish I could. We can relieve some of the symptoms. I'm going to give you ten CC's of benzodiazepine," Jemma says.
"Chill pill. Good idea," Skye says.
"A sedative? Not gonna happen," Ward says.
"Yeah, well, be reasonable. Look how you're behaving," Fitz says.
"And if I'm sedated and we cross paths with those juice freaks, the ones who crush cars and smash people up, are you gonna take them on? Keep us safe?" Ward says pointing at Fitz, whilst getting in Fitz's face. "Or am I gonna have to have to save Simmons' a** again?" Ward says pointing at Fitz. Ward grabs his shirt and marches out of the room.
"That was just a biochemical reaction. He didn't mean all that," Jemma says. I can hear cracks in Jemma's voice.
"No, I know," Skye says, not looking at any of us and walking away.
"No explanation necessary," Fitz says, walking away, not looking up from his tablet screen.
Scene change.
"Hey Skye," I say, as I knock on her door.
"Come in," Skye says. I walk into her room. I see Skye on her laptop. "What are you doing up so late?" Skye asks.
I sigh. "Whenever I fall asleep, I see my team, lying on the floor, died," I say. "So I decided to see if you were still awake," I say. "What about you, why can't you sleep?" I ask.
"I'm looking into my mum," Skye says.
"I could help if you want?" I ask.
"No, I think I've done enough of that tonight," Skye says.
"So, do you want me to leave?" I ask.
"No, how about we watch a late night movie?" Skye asks.
"That'd be great. There's few movies I know of in this era, so you chose," I say.
We chose a movie called 'Perks of being a wallflower'. During the movie Skye falls asleep on my shoulder. I can feel the heat on my cheeks. I soon fall asleep resting my head against hers.
Time skip.
A loud knock on the door wakes us up. "Skye, Coulson wants everyone in the briefing room," May says.
We see that our hands are wrapped around each other. We let go of each other and blush. I couldn't stand being in here anymore with all of the awkwardness, and I rushed to the door, and opened it. When I looked at May, I saw for once that she wasn't hiding her shock. I just walk past her, not saying a word, too embarrassed.
Scene change.
Skye, Fitz Simmons, and me are watching the interrogation on the ship where Eliot is, through a screen. Ward walks into the interrogation room. Skye and me standing opposite sides of Fitz and Simmons. "You need to start talking," Ward says.
"I told Agent Coulson everything I know," Eliot says.
"You're lying. Tell me what that thing did to me and how to fix it," Ward says.
"I swear, I don't know," Eliot says.
Ward pulls out a knife. "Okay, then," Ward says. He tries to stab Eliot but Eliot grabs it and bends the knife. Coulson walks into the room and Ward pulls the knife back.
"You were right. He's Asgardian," Ward says.
"Good thing. Otherwise that would've been awfully embarrassing," Coulson says.
Eliot pulls off his handcuffs and says, "Okay, I have to know. How did you figure me out?"
"Did the math," Coulson says. "One you're not the first Asgardian I've had in custody. You guys don't flinch or panic in captivity. Two a Waterfield 44? On a lit Professor's salary? I don't think so. And lastly, when I tell someone I've had some one-on-one time with an alien, they tend to be a little curious," Coulson explains.
"Well you're certainly more observant then most, Agent Coulson," Eliot says.
"So, you're the Asgardian warrior who stayed," Coulson says.
"I had no clue," Fitz says. He turns to Jemma. "Did you? Hidden in plain sight. An actual Asgardian. Brilliant," he says.
"How long do you suppose he's been on our planet?" Skye asks.
"A thousand years, maybe more. If we could just cut him open a little bit, get some tissue samples maybe some bodily fluids, we could find out," Jemma says.
"Or we could just ask him, weirdo/ Or we could just ask him like a normal person," Skye and me say at the same time.
"This is way, way better than the History channel. I mean, this guy has lived through all the scary stuff the crusades, the black death, disco," Skye says. I chuckle at the last one. May walks over pressing buttons on a tablet. "What are you doing?" Skye asks.
"Sealing the interrogation room door," May says. When everyone looks at her funny, she says, "Coulson's orders."
"Ah, locking me in. Well, I've been in tighter spots," Eliot says.
"This room is made of a silicon carbide-coated Vibranium alloy. Meant for prisoners like yourself," Ward says.
"But you're in here too. And eventually, someone will open that door," Eliot says.
"Not if I tell them not to. So the myth is your autobiography?" Coulson says.
"I didn't write it. I didn't want anyone to know about me. Then I had to open my big mouth," Eliot says.
"Were you captured? Tortured?" Ward asks.
"Horny. I meet a French girl in 1546. God, she loved stories. So I told her a great one. All about the peaceful Asgardian Warrior who stayed. Now, how was I to know her brother, the priest, would write it all down and turn it into, I don't know, a thing?" Eliot says.
"Do you know Thor?" Coulson asks.
"Oh, sure, I spent all my days palling around with the future King of Asgard. No, I don't know Thor. I was a mason. I broke rocks. Mm-hmm. For thousands of years. If you can imagine that. So when they came, asking for people to fight, yes, of course I signed up. I think, really, I just wanted to travel," Eliot says.
"But you had the staff," Ward says.
"I hated that thing. Other guys loved all the power that comes with the rage. No, I didn't like it at all. - And you don't, either, it seems," Eliot says.
"What did it do to me?" Ward asks.
"It shines a light into your dark places. Doesn't matter if you're human, Asgardian. The effect is the same unpleasant," Eliot says.
"'Shines a light' that's no explanation," Jemma scoffs.
"It was forged from a rare metal and reacts to whoever is holding it. Or interacts. I went to such great lengths to make sure that the staff wasn't found. Unfortunately, since the myth was written down, people have been searching for it for centuries," Eliot says.
"I need your help to stop them before they get the last piece of your staff," Coulson says.
"Oh, I'm a pacifist now," Eliot says.
"And you don't want to risk your identity being discovered," Coulson says.
"Listen, I wouldn't worry too much about these angry youths. They always calm down, and eventually, they die of old age. And that is one of the pleasant aspects of life here. - Everything changes," Eliot says.
"I'll tell you what's gonna change your anonymity unless you help up find the final piece of your staff. You may not know Thor. But I do," Coulson says.
"My first love on this planet was Ireland. There was a monastery, and the monks gave me a nice, warm place to sleep, some soup, - and some mulled wine," Eliot says.
"Near god," Coulson says.
Scene change.
Ward slams a case shut and rushes off to a car. "Are you sure Ward's alright to go out to the field. He's not exactly acting like himself," Coulson says.
"But he knows it. He'll be fine," Coulson says.
"I'm with Coulson," May says.
Scene change.
We enter the church. "It's been a while. I wonder… Ah! Yes. There it is. Still here," Eliot says. He walks over to a book were we see a picture of him with the staff. "Well, the nose isn't quite right, but…," Eliot says.
"That's you?" Fitz asks.
"Yeah. They venerated me a bit as a saint," Eliot says.
"They're idiots," Ward says. "Where's the staff?" Ward asks.
"It's upstairs," Eliot says. We walk upstairs.
"Was that the normal Ward, or the new, angrier Ward? I can't tell," Skye says. I shrug.
"It's quiet," May says.
"Why do you think I trusted them with my secret? They take a vow of silence," Eliot says. He opens a box to find it only to be empty.
"But. When you get them talking, they squeal," Nystrom says, as he comes out behind a corner with two berserker staff fragments. Nystrom stabs one into Eliot's stomach. "If you want to defeat a god, you must become one," Nystrom says.
I create a sword made of energy. "I can beat you false gods any time of the week," I say. I hit his piece of the staff with my sword knocking him over the edge. Then, one of Nystrom's friend's leaps at me and knocks us both over the edge. I punch the guy in the head and then spin around and swing my sword at him knocking him into the ceiling.
"We need to help him!" Skye shouts. I look out of the corner of my eye to see her running towards me. Both me and Nystrom get up. Nystrom bashes me in the side of the head with his piece of the staff. He lets out a roar before he tries to hit me again but I block it with my sword. I then push him into a door.
Skye and Agent May rush down. "You alright?" Skye asks.
"Don't worry, I'm fine," I say, I then hear more coming. "I've got this," I say.
They all charge at me at once. "Idiots," I mutter before I touch the ground and send out a wave of electricity that renders them unconscious.
"Are you guys alright?" I ask.
"You went toe to toe with people who can lift cars and you're asking if were alright," Skye says.
"It's nothing I couldn't handle," I say. Nystrom and Larsen run over. I blast the ground in front of them, blasting them off of their feet. "So much for being gods," I say.
Time skip.
"Coulson did that? He just shoved his hand inside?" Skye asks.
"Well he had to. I froze. Didn't know what to do," Jemma says.
"Hey, you didn't freeze. You just weren't up for the idea of putting your hand somebody else's chest," Fitz says. Jemma's phone rings. Jemma pulls out her phone.
"Maybe I should jump in," Jemma says. I nod.
"Yeah," Fitz says. I give her thumbs up. Jemma answers the call.
"Hi, Dad," Jemma says. "Yeah, it's great to hear your voice, too. I've been meaning to call you for a couple of days. It's been a difficult few weeks," Jemma says.
"Well, guys I better be off. There's things I need to do. Apocalyptic future I need to change. You know, my new normal," I say.
Skye chuckles. "I don't think I could consider that normal," she says.
"Here," I say, I hand her a piece of paper with a number written on it. "If you ever get in trouble. Give me a call," I say. Our hands meet causing us to blush. "Ah, see you around Skye," I say. I start to walk off walking backwards. "Tell everyone I say goodbye," I say.
Scene change, 3rd person P.O.V.
A man in a black armor, with some gold, walks into a temple, and walks other to a floating ring. A statue's eyes glow red. That statue charges at the man in the armor. He then disappears in a bubble of light, and then reappears behind the statue with his hand in its chest. The statue crumbles. The man in the armor walks over to the floating ring, grabs it and slips it onto his finger, beside a similar looking ring. He laughs. "Soon I shall have them all," the man says, clenching his fist.
Alright, I'm having trouble deciding what to do next. Should the next chapter be about Declan and Darcy's relationship, should I introduce the x-men, or should I build on Declan's friendship with both Pepper and Tony? If you have a better idea, then please let me know. Until next time, Ant-boy out.