Here is the next chapter. I have two more already written and will be posted each day. I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter and will enjoy the second one.
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The Buzzing in Amelia's head had only increased. It caused a groan to pass her lips as she held on tighter to her head. The others around her and Clint had already begun to scramble to get to their positions. A perimeter breach as this one could easily be handled in most cases. But seeing as the buzzing in her head was consistent, Amelia could only believe that the owner of the hammer had come to collect it.
"Talk to me, Amelia." Clint said as he came to crouch down beside her at her station. "What's going on?
Amelia could barely even register the words Clint had been saying at first. The buzzing mixing with his words in a way that made it sound so jumbled to her. It took another moment or two for the buzzing to stop altogether.
"I'm fine." She said as she looked over at Clint.
Clint's eyes widened for a moment as he had taken in Amelia's eyes. They were glowing in a way he had never seen before. "I'd ask if you somehow slipped contacts on, but I think I know the answer to that one."
Amelia could see it in his eyes as to what he was talking about. The green glow she normally had emitting from her body had taken over her irises. "It happens quite often when I get that buzzing in my head." She gave a slight chuckle.
I need eyes up high, with a gun. Coulson's voice came over the coms.
Clint nodded his head at the orders knowing that was his queue. "You'll be okay?"
She nodded her head. "I'll be fine, go." With that, Clint was running out to get to the lift.
Flores I need you with me on standby.
"On my way." She said getting out of her seat and heading towards where she knew Coulson would more than likely be waiting for her.
Just as she walked up to him, he had noticed the same thing Clint had. "I take it that's a side effect?"
"Doesn't usually stick around this long, but I'm assuming it has something to do with the fact we have someone attempting to take back what is theirs." She said with a slight shrug of her shoulders.
He nodded his head before he began walking, with Amelia following close behind as they went into one of the other surveillance rooms. Amelia's eyes scanned the monitors as she walked in. Everything on the screens had been flickering, no image still for more than a second from the interference.
"What have we got?" Coulson asked as he looked over at Sitwell.
"There's a massive electromagnetic surge coming off of that thing." Sitwell began as he turned and began looking at the monitors before hime. "Systems are barely coping."
Amelia watched as the two looked at the screens for a moment. At the same time, she could easily hear the chatter going on outside the room. Whoever it was that was trying to make it to the hammer, was having fun no doubt.
"Barton? Talk to me." He said into the walkie-talkie he had in his hand before they were on the move once more. Coulson kept his eyes on the security footage as he passed, taking in the damage that the trespasser had created so far.
Want me to slow him down, sir? Or are you sending in more guys for him to beat up?
That had caused Amelia to chuckle. At least she wasn't the only one that was noticing what was happening.
"I'll let you know." He said into the walkie-talkie once more as they began making their way down the hall.
Could always send Flores in.
"And do what?" She asked. "Melt him?"
It worked well with my arrow. She could hear the smirk on his face as he said the words.
From the door she and Coulson had exited, they could see the hammer from there. They could also see the movement through the tunnel at ground level as one of the agents had attempted to stop the trespasser from getting to the hammar.
The blonde headed man had almost been close before the agent had knocked him over. At least there was someone that had been able to stop him, even if it was only for a moment. The way he had gone through the men had been strange to Amelia. Most people wouldn't have been able to do that.
A small smirk pulled at her lips as the man had begun to fight with the agent. It seemed whoever this person was, he knew what he was doing. Even as they broke through the plastic wall, Amelia could still see their silhouettes. When the agent was down, she looked over at Coulson.
"And who exactly is this?" She asked. Sure there weren't many theories when it came to 0-8-4s, at least from what she knew, she was hoping he had some idea.
"That's what we're trying to figure out." He said as they both continued to watch.
Better call it, Coulson, cause I'm starting to root for this guy.
Amelia chuckled. At least she wasn't the only one who seemed to be wanting the guy to succeed.
They all watched as the man ripped through the lining once more and began making his way towards the hammer. They watched as a grin pulled at his lips as he walked around it until the handle was facing in his direction. A knowing look on his face as he closed the distance and reached out for it.
Last chance, sir.
Amelia looked up and could easily see Clint aiming at the man. The bow pulled back, ready for the moment he was given the okay. And just as Clint had been ready, Amelia had been ready as well.
The slight glow of green emerged from her hands. While she may not have known the full extent of this new power or what all it could do, she knew that it could at least do something to stop the man once given the order.
"Wait." Coulson said into the walkie-talkie. "I want to see this."
Amelia took a step towards the railing, right beside Coulson as they watched as the man wrapped his hand around the handle of the hammer. The smug look on his face beforehand had made many of the agents that were watching him believe that he might just be able to lift it when so many of the others had failed.
They watched as he pulled at it several times. The grunts that passed his lips proving that he was giving everything he had to pull the hammer out of its place. And yet, it never budged in even the slightest. The pained scream that passed his lips as he looked up to the sky showed how upset he had been that he couldn't lift the hammer.
The defeat evident in the way he had fallen to his knees a moment later as he looked at the Hammer. And as Amelia watched him, there was something within her that even felt that he was meant to lift the hammer. But there was something that had prevented him from doing it. It made her even more curious as to who he was.
"Alright, shows over." Coulson spoke into the walkie talkie once more. "Ground units, move in."
Amelia watched as the ground units came in and began to arrest the blonde man. She watched as he didn't even bother to put up a fight as he had moments ago. The actions of not being able to lift the hammer had taken a toll on him that he didn't have a care in the world that he was being taken elsewhere.
"Seems like I wasn't needed afterall." Amelia said as she looked over at Coulson.
He looked towards her for only a moment before sighing. "It's better to be prepared. From the looks of things, we may still be looking for the rightful owner."
"How sure are you of that?" She asked. "The way he was determined to get to the hammer, you could see he knew all about it." She shook her head slightly. "This wasn't someone just trying to break in for shits and giggles."
"And until we speak with him and get information, that's all it was for." His shoulders shrugged slightly. "If nothing changes by the time we agreed upon, I'll hold up my end. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go speak with our visitor." Without another word, he left Amelia.
A huff passed her lips as she watched him leave. She would have much rather have been anywhere else than here. And if the last several hours had proved anything, she felt that she wasn't needed here.
By the time she had gotten back to her station, Clint was back into the next one beside her. His feet had been propped up on the desk as he watched the screens before him. As she walked up to her seat, she smacked his feet, causing them to slide off the desk and fall to the ground.
"Oh, come on." He began as he looked over at her. "I was comfortable."
She shrugged slightly. "If you wanted comfort, you should have stayed home."
He laughed. "You know that's not possible. Not when we have to be here."
"I remember there was a time we talked about retiring." She said as she took a seat.
He shook his head. "No, you talked about retirement while I constantly told you it was a bad idea."
"I didn't think it was." Her eyes moved across the screen before she switched it over to the interrogation room. "If I had retired like I wanted to, I wouldn't have wound up with something I don't understand."
Clint watched as her eyes scanned the screen again. "It's not a bad thing to have."
He wanted to let her know that even though she now had these powers that she hadn't changed. He couldn't see anything that was different to him. Sure she had some kind of power emitting off of her and her eyes could glow with that power, but she was still the same person he had become friends with.
"It is when I have no way to control it." She said as her eyes flickered between the screen and him. "I have no idea what kind of damage I could possibly do. I've barely even learned how to channel it to my hands."
"Some training would help." He offered.
"With who?" She asked, finally taking her attention off the screen and looking over at him. "I tried that, remember? Attempting to train with someone when we don't have any idea how I might hurt someone was a liability."
"The real question is, was it the liability issue or the way everyone began treating you differently?" The way her face fell slightly he knew the answer.
"Both." She said before forcing her eyes back to the screen. "I became something unknown. The unwelcomed attention I got made me feel like I shouldn't have been there anymore. Toss in that one time I tossed whatever you'd call my power at an agent when she pissed me off."
Clint chuckled. "That was my favorite thing. She deserved it."
A small smile pulled at her lips at the comment. She watched as Coulson spoke with the man. While the sound couldn't be heard, she knew along the lines of what it was he could be saying. The basics of wanting to know who he was, where he was from and how he learned to fight as he had would have been at the top of the priority list. Amelia had been in enough interrogation rooms to know what was being asked.
But the whole time Coulson spoke, the man never once said anything. From what Amelia could tell, he wasn't even looking at Coulson. His eyes seemed to be looking elsewhere as he sat there in his seat. She watched as a moment later, Coulson dug into his pocket and pulled out his pager. Just as he had, another round of buzzing played in her head.
This time the buzzing was softer. Not as intense as earlier. But it was enough to be annoying to her. A soft sigh passed her lips as she moved to rub her temple as she watched Coulson leave the room.
"Another buzzing?" Clint asked, watching her.
She nodded her head slightly. "Just the rather annoying one that lasts for like a second and leaves." Just as she said the words, it was gone.
"Nothing to be on high alert about?" He was curious as to how she knew which ones to listen to and which ones to ignore. This one was different in comparison to the one he witnessed her have earlier.
"Doubt it." She said with a sigh. Her head tilted to the side as she took in the image on the screen. A new person had been standing in the room with the trespasser. The dark green suit sticking out in comparison to the black that most wore around there. "Who's the guy in the suit?"
"Coulson." Clint said with a raised brow.
Amelia shook her head. "No Coulson walked out a few seconds ago."
Clint sat up in his chair and moved it closer to her to look at the screen. He looked at the screen before looking over at Amelia. "What suit?"
When Clint had looked at the screen there was no one else in there. There wasn't anyone else standing there besides their guy sitting. If anything, it looked like he had been talking to himself. For a moment he had believed Amelia was seeing things.
"Right there." She said as she pointed to the screen. Right where her finger laid there was a man standing there. She looked over to Clint who now looked worried. "I'm not crazy."
"I didn't say you were." He said as he raised his hands up.
"You really don't see him?" The question itself had begun to make her feel crazy. Even as she looked back to the screen a moment later, she could still see him there, speaking. Shaking her head, she stood from her seat and began walking away.
"Lia," Clint called as he stood from his own seat. Instead of answering Amelia simply raised a hand up in the air.
She was heading down towards the interrogation room. She needed to be sure that she wasn't going crazy. Part of her hoped that Clint was just messing with her. That he was attempting to pull some kind of prank on her.
As the interrogation room came into view she could still see the two inside having a conversation. There was a bit of relief that was beginning to wash over her when she saw Coulson begin to walk back over and the room door slide open. But when it did, it even caused Amelia to stop in her tracks. The man that had been standing there moments before had been gone the instant Coulson walked in.
Amelia took a few steps backwards as she tried to get her mind to wrap around what she had just seen. While stranger things have happened before, this one was a bit different. She'd never been able to see someone that wasn't there or even seen someone disappear in a blink of an eye as she just witnessed.
Another buzz played through her head causing her head to tilt as she winced in pain. This one was a bit stronger. Bracing herself through the pain, she began walking towards the exit to the hammer. She needed air, even if it was to the small enclosed area.
The moment she passed through the door, she walked up to the railing and placed her hands on it. Taking a few deep breaths she tried to get the buzzing to stop. It was as it stopped that she noticed who was walking up to the hammer.
The man in the dark green suit she had seen earlier. From here she could see how his raven hair had been slicked back. The way he had carried himself as he walked over to the hammer had been filled with curiosity.
Amelia began making her way down the stairs just as the man began to wrap a hand around the handle and pulled. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she watched as he grabbed it with two hands attempting to free it from it's hold. But no matter how he tried to pull it, it wouldn't budge.
"I've seen a few try to free it and it has yet to move." Amelia said as she came to stop on the other side of the hammer. She watched as he let go of the hammer and began looking around. As if wondering who she had been speaking to. "I am talking to you, if that's what you're wondering." She walked around the hammer until she came to a stop right in front of him. How is it that no one else can see you?"
"I believe the better question to ask is how are you able to see what you aren't meant to?"