Coulson was having a good day. The monotony of his job had finally been broken when he had received orders to travel to New Mexico and investigate a supernatural occurrence. It was finally a chance to prove himself and do what he had actually signed up for: investigate the supernatural in the field. He had set up base in the desert around the immovable magic hammer, which, while interesting, was not what he had been expecting or hoping for. He was preparing to write up a few reports when he received an alert notifying him of a second supernatural spike, surprisingly in the same general vicinity as the hammer. He immediately called for a heli, and was soon searching the pale yellow desert below for the source of the signal. It wasn't too long before he spotted a black lump curled up on the sand far below. He ordered the pilot to land about twenty meters from the thing, easing down as quietly and slowly as a helicopter could. As soon as the heli touched the ground, Coulson ripped off his mufflers and hopped off onto the dirty sand below. He carefully took a few steps foward and called out, "Hello! Are you a sentient being?
The shape barely stirred.
"Hello!" Coulson tried again, stepping closer, "Do you have a name?"
The shape stirred again and let out a sound that could have been a groan. Coulson chewed on his bottom lip, narrowing his eyes into slits against the evening sun. As he got the closer, the shape became more defined, with a shock of blond hair and what seemed to be a impractically large sword strapped to its back. He decided to try once more to speak to the object/person before he forcibly took it under custody.
"Hello! Can you understand me?"
The shape stirred again, this time definitely letting out a groan before it turned over, allowing Coulson to see its face. His eyebrows raised imperceptibly. The face...it was undoubtedly human. Despite the earlier readings of supernatural activity, was it possible that he had accidentally stumbled upon the aftermath of drunk roleplay session? This swordsman/swordswoman most certainly looked like a normal human (ignoring the sword and strange clothing). No, he thought, the readings don't lie...but there was a possibility they were faulty...
Coulson took a few more steps forward. He was now only about five feet from the human(?). He crouched down and reached out his hand towards the person's face. His hand was slapped away impossibly fast. He winced and sucked in a breath through his teeth, raising an eyebrow as he studied his quickly reddening hand. It stung terribly, but he didn't allow his face to show it as he glanced back at the person. Super speed perhaps? Or maybe super strength? Regardless, he would take them back to base for a quick lookover. If they turned out to be normal, then they would be let go. If not... well, Fury needn't be called yet.
He stood up and backed away. The person seemed to finally be regaining consciousness, blearily opening their eyes. Coulson shot a quick look back towards the helicopter and signaled for the pilot to radio in for backup. He glanced back down at the person. "You...do you understand me?"
The person looked at him from the ground. Their eyes were a startling blue, and they slowly blinked as they seemed to process what he said. "Who are you?" A male voice rasped. It was soft, but there was an edge of suspicion guarding its words.
Coulson smiled in what he hoped was a friendly manner. "My name is Agent Coulson. You are on Earth. Do you know where that is?"
The stranger attempted to push himself up, but his arms trembled and flopped back down with an 'oomph'. He tried again, this time with better results. He got his feet underneath him and pushed himself up. Now that he was upright, Coulson could study him better. The guy (it was probably a guy) was short, likely no taller than 5'7, and thin as hell to boot. The only muscle on him seemed to be his arms, which baffled Coulson. How was this skinny guy supposed to use that oversized sword? The golden blond hair framed a pretty face, from which two ocean blue eyes seemed to glow in the evening light. He was clothed in black, a shoulder pauldron on his left arm. The man's eyebrows knitted as he stared into Coulson's eyes. "And if I don't?"
Coulson's eyebrows rose. They seemed to be doing that a lot today. "Well, then I suppose we'll have to get you acquainted."
"The man turned away and studied the landscape, his odd eyes roamed the unending desert. "Not interested." He started to walk away, the sand barely sinking under his dark boots.
Coulson cleared his throat. The sound of approaching helicopters boosted his confidence. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
The man kept walking. Coulson tried again. "As I said, my name is Agent Coulson. I am a member of the Defense branch S.H.I.E.L.D., otherwise known as the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division. We investigate strange occurrences around the world. You're are a strange occurrence. You are henceforth under the custody of S.H.I.E.L.D. Please desist from resisting custody."
The man turned around and stared at him. "I'm leaving. If you think this is going to get me to join Shinra, you're wrong. Tell Rufus to leave me alone." He turned back around and kept walking.
Coulson sighed. He had wanted to do this the easy way. He held up his radio and switched it on. "We've got a runner. Coordinates 31.8150° N, 106.5969° W. Blond hair, black clothes, can't miss him. Tranquilize on sight."