Thor 1 part one.
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"Are you sure this is it, Phil?," Max asked as he and other SHIELD scientists inspected the hammer. "I mean it's a hammer. A war hammer at that."
"This is the point of origin, yes," he answered. "These guys will give me a big scientific answer, so let's hear your answer in English."
"Well... based on the writing on the metal, I'd say they are Norse runes."
"Norse?"
"Viking mythology, like Odin and Loki."
"Oh..."
"Anyway... if that's the case... and it did fall from the sky... and based on this symbol on the side of the head," Max continued. "This looks an awful lot like Mjolnir. The Hammer of Thor, Norse God of Thunder."
"Thor... he's Odin's son right?," he asked.
"One of them. But don't do anything based off my assumption. The gods of Asgard aren't real."
"Suppose we'll find out. For now, I need to stay by the agent I've chosen to watch you, as I'll be busy running this operation."
Max nodded and took a look around and saw that SHIELD had isolated the hammer and the crater. They were surrounded by structures covered by plastic, and computers and scanners in each floor. Max followed a guard to the agent assigned to him.
He seemed to be about six inches taller than him, well built, light brown hair and had that look that said he's seen a lot and did a lot, but for the right reasons. He wasn't sure why, but the man seemed trustworthy to Max almost immediately.
"Hey, kid. You must be Max Stark," he said.
"Yeah, that's me," he said, shaking his hand.
"Agent Clint Barton. Codename: Hawkeye. I'm Natasha's partner."
"Oh yeah... now I remember. She mentioned you once."
"Yeah? Good things, I hope."
"Nope. All bad things."
They both got a good chuckle at this joke. The pair began to walk around, getting to know each a little better.
"So you're called Hawkeye cause you never miss with a bow and arrow?"
"That's right," he answered proudly, and Max then smirked.
"Prove it," he said, and Clint just returned the smirk.
Sometime later, they were just outside the complex, with guards and Coulson present, Clint had a target and a bow and arrow ready. Max still had his smirk on and Hawkeye readied his shot and quickly took it and time began to go slow for the Stark boy.
He then began to quickly catch up to the arrow and he grabbed hold of it and intentionally made it miss the bullseye. Then he sped back to Barton's side, who gave a shocked expression.
"Never miss, huh?," he joked and everyone began to laugh a little at the kid's prank.
"Hahaha, you're hilarious, kid. But how did you do that?"
"You don't know? Well, you heard about me being in a coma right?"
"Yeah," he answered.
"Well, it seems I woke up with superpowers. I'm incredibly fast. Actually surprised I could do that. That's only like the third time I've used them."
"...I like you already, kid. We're gonna get along just fine," Clint said and they went back inside.
"How did you guys get all of this equipment so quickly?," Max asked Coulson.
"We confiscated it from a local astrophysicist, Doctor Jane Foster," he answered.
"Without her permission? Well, that wasn't very nice."
"That's how SHIELD works sometimes unfortunately. We did have every right to do though, besides we'll return it once we're done."
"Okay, that makes me feel better."
Max then sat down alone for a little while, thinking on how quickly his life been changed since his dad became Iron Man. He was exposed to reactor energy and put in a coma for two years and woke up with powers. His father was dying and now he hears his uncle is superhero now by the name of War Machine.
"You okay, kid?," Clint said coming in and sitting across from him.
"...Yeah. Just a lot has happened since I woke up a couple weeks ago. I discover I have powers, my dad was dying and was gonna push us all away to protect us."
"Yeah... that is a lot to process. But if I've learned anything from this job is that life can have dramatic changes come out of nowhere, but it's up to you whether or not you should change with it or stay the same."
Max nodded at this and then they heard fighting going on.
"Expecting company?," Max asked and Clint shook his head.
"Stay here," he said and grabbed a gun but changed his mind and grabbed a bow and arrow. He ran off to a nearby crane that had a little platform on it and had it raised high so he could find the intruder. Obviously, Max did not listen and went off to see what was going on. It was then that he ran into the intruder. He quickly got up and saw man he had never seen before.
He looked to be well over six feet tall, very muscular, long blonde hair and a short beard in the making.
"Out of my way, child," he demanded and something in his tone just made Max want to oblige him, which he did.
But as the man continued, Max began to follow him and figured out where he was going.
"Agent Coulson," Max said over the phone. "I just saw the intruder. He's going for the hammer."
"Alright, stay out of sight. We'll handle this," he replied.
'Yeah, that'll happen,' he thought to himself and continued to follow the man.
He got close when he saw the man fighting a rather large guard run past him and right through the plastic, with Barton watching, waiting for his orders.
The two men rolled around and wrestled for a while with Max watching until the man eventually overpowered him and kicked him in the face, rendering him unconscious. Max then backed out of his way again as he came back inside, and Barton saw him.
'Well, the kid doesn't listen very well,' he thought to himself and went back to the task at hand.
"You better call it, Coulson," Barton said. "Cause I'm starting to root for this guy."
Max was as well, though he wouldn't admit it and pointed the man in the right direction. He said nothin but continued towards the hammer.
"Last chance, sir."
"Hold on," coulson said as the man stood over the hammer with him and Max watching. "I want to see this."
The three watched curiously as the man reached down to grab the hammer... only for it to not even budge as he tried to lift it.
He kept trying and trying, desperate to lift it. Eventually though he gave up and looked up into the sky, and yelled in frustration and sadness.
He fell to his knees and Coulson could see that he was done.
"Alright move in. Barton, stand down," he ordered and they swarmed in and cuffed the man.
As they took him away into an isolated area, Max simply watched as they did so, quite curious as to who this man was and why he wanted the hammer.
He watched over a live feed as Coulson interrogated the man. He left for a time and as he was gone, unbeknownst to anyone but Max as he was watching the screen closely, but the man started talking, to himself it seemed at first. But then it seemed like he was talking to someone else, but no one was there.
"Goodbye...," he said as Coulson came back in.
"Goodbye? I just got back," he said.
Max knew he needed answers so he sped over to the cell and knocked. Coulson quickly answered, not too pleased.
"Max, you do not interrupt an interrogation!!"
"It's obvious he won't talk to you," he reasoned. "How about I try? Maybe he'll talk to me."
"...Alright," he said and turned back. "Maybe you'll talk to someone you know better than me."
And so Coulson left and Max came in and took his phone out. The man looked at him strangely when he saw how fast his hands were moving.
"...Okay. I've bought us about ten minutes to talk about anything you want. And no one will know what was said."
He sat down in the chair he brought with him, and they stared for a few seconds.
"My name is Max. Maxwell Stark," he said, but he said nothing back. "...I may not be as experienced nor have I been around for as long as everybody else here, but I know man in pain when I see one. You have the look of someone who's just suffered a terrible loss. I understand that a little."
"...Do you?," he said.
"Two years ago... I thought my father had been killed. It hurt to even breathe when I heard the news. But then I learn that he survived and had been kidnapped to build weapons for his captors, so that they could terrorize surrounding lands. But he escaped using his intellect, luck and a suit of armor."
"...Perhaps you do know my pain a little then, only my father truly is dead."
"I'm sorry about that, I truly am."
"...I am Thor, son of Odin," he said, finally introducing himself and making Max's eyes widen in shock.
"I don't believe in coincidence. So that means... that hammer out there really is...," he trailed off as Thor nodded. "The gods of Asgard are real. Wow. But...why are you here?"
Just then, Coulson came back in, with another man.
"Donny, Donny, Donny...," the man said. "Let's get you out of here."
"This is Doctor Erik Selvig, an astrophysicist and an associate of Doctor Jane Foster," Phil said. "Mr. Stark, since you seem to be quite interested in learning more about Donald Blake here, I want you to accompany them for now. While they're gone from here."
"...Alright."
The three of them then began walking over to Selvig's car when Coulson called out to them.
"Keep him away from bars!!"
"Will do!!," Selvig said.
"Where are we going?," Thor asked.
"To get a drink. Is that alright with you Mr. Stark?"
"Point me in the right direction of where you're staying at and it is," he answered as they got in.
"So... you're Maxwell Stark right? Iron Man's son?"
"Yeah. You can call me Max."
They sat in silence on the drive back to the nearby town. Erik dropped him off at a motor home and he and Thor headed towards the bar. Max knocked on the door and a woman with long brown hair answered.
"Uh... can I help you?," she asked.
"Doctor Jane Foster?"
"Uh, yeah that's me."
"Maxwell Stark," he said and she got out and quickly shook his hand.
"Oh, Mr. Stark!! I had heard on the news you woke up, congrats on that suppose. But why are you here?"
"Doctor Selvig and Thor dropped me off so they can both get a well deserved drink. I think Thor needs it."
"Oh. I-Is Thor alright?," she asked.
"Physically, yes," he answered. "I'm here to keep an eye on him."
She nodded and showed him in and began to fill in how they met. How some sort of storm like anomaly that he was in the center of.
"An Einstein-Rosenberg bridge? This close to Earth?"
"Incredible isn't it?," she said, then Thor came in carrying Selvig on his shoulder. "Oh my God. Is he okay?!"
"Oh yes, he's fine!," Thor exclaimed as he placed him on the bed. "We drank. We fought. He made his ancestors proud."
"I still don't think you're the god of thunder," he said drunkenly. "But you ought to be."
Then he passed out and the others decided to leave in peace and got on the roof of the main building that was Jane's lab. Max saw the looks they would give each other and smirked, so he decided to give them some time together alone.
An hour or so later, Selvig awoke for a moment.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty," Max joked.
"Oh... what happened?"
"Just drank a little too much. Go back to sleep."
"Where's Thor and Jane?," he asked and Max pointed upwards and he smirked before going back to sleep.
The Stark boy then decided to check on them and saw that Jane had fallen asleep in Thor's arms, and he smiled at this.
"Hello, Sir Stark," Thor said quietly, so as not to wake Jane.
Max nodded and sat in a nearby chair.
"What a night, huh?," he asked quietly.
"Hmm... you said your father escaped his captivity in a suit of armor, correct?"
"Powered by a little device called an arc reactor. It's also what's keeping him alive. He was injured during his capture and shrapnel is digging into his chest trying to reach his heart, the device stops it. But... when I woke up I found out the metal he was using for it was also killing him."
"Your father is now dying?"
"Not anymore. He fixed it with some help from my late grandfather. But he was gonna go through it alone. He tried to push his whole family away, trying to protect us from pain I suppose."
"Bit egotistical is he?," he said and Max nodded. "And your abilities, how did you get them?"
Max then began to tell his story to Thor. How his father became Iron Man and fought his old partner who became the Iron Monger. Then about the exposure to reactor energy, granting him his powers.
"I was in a coma for two years. I woke a few weeks ago," he said. "Then I find out about my dad dying, he made my mom the head of his family's company, SHIELD, the people you were fighting, had someone spying on him for some sort of evaluation. I left all that a couple days ago to get away from it all. But excitement followed me. Thanks for that I suppose."
They both chuckled slightly at this.
"Seems you've been through quite a lot in so little time, Max. Especially for yourself," Thor said. "You are a good person. Me... I'm not as mighty as I thought. I've became arrogant and cruel."
"Well, her liking you seems to say otherwise," Max said, referring to Jane. "We all become too sure of ourselves at some point. My father taught me this. Only thing we can do is to make things right the best way we can. And never give hope that things will get better. She and I were talking the entire time you were gone, and she never once said anything that didn't come back to you. She likes you. She also seems to be a good judge of character, so she must see something in you. If it means anything, so do I."
"...Thirteen years of age and already you sound like my father."
"Ha... being compared to Odin himself, wow," he said, making Thor smile a little at his reaction to his statement. "...What was he like?"
"He... was the wisest man I'd ever met. Couldn't ask for a better father. But I lost sight of that saw only to impress him enough to become king. In doing so I ignited a war between the Asgardians and the Frost Giants. He banished me, stripped me of my power. That's why I couldn't lift my hammer."
"...Well, maybe you will one day," Max said. "You never know."
"There's another reason why you're here isn't there?" Thor asked.
"...Two years ago, I made a promise to a friend. I'm gonna keep it now and visit her."
"Her?"
"Her name is Shuri. She's like you, royalty. Princess of the African country of Wakanda."
"Wow, and how did you meet?"
"Our families are good friends, have been since Earth's Second World War, so for almost seventy years. I'd go into even more detail, but we'd be up all night long, and we need our sleep."
"Very well. Perhaps some other time," Thor said and Max got up to get some sleep. "Goodnight, Max."
"Goodnight, Thor," he said and pretty soon, everyone was fast asleep, all of them unaware of the danger that was to come in the morning.
Hope you like this. This chapter was mainly to show Max meeting Hawkeye and Thor. I'll have the next chapter up as soon as possible. See ya later.