I sighed feeling bored out of my mind as I sat on top of a rooftop with my arms crossed over my chest. I could totally be doing something way more fun right now. Working with Tony was much more fun than playing stake out. The moment we landed in New Mexico, Phil sent me with Barton to watch a Dr. Jane Foster and her motley crew. Apparently, she has a lot of info on what might have happened a few nights ago when some kind of hammer fell from the sky.

On top of that we've discovered some mystery guy with her. When I had checked the hospital earlier, Dr. Foster had checked him in under the name of Thor, which I found interesting considering it was a hammer that fell from the sky after all. I let out another sigh as I rested my head back to look up at the sky.

"Gees, Kid, you sound as if you're dying." Clint said through the comm.

"I am, Birdie." I said frowning as I used the nickname I gave him around the time I first started S.H.I.E.L.D. "I am dying of boredom! At least in Malibu I was doing something!"

Clint chuckled as I threw my hands up in exasperation, which he could probably see from his own perch from the rooftop a few down from mine.

"This isn't funny." I whined with a pout. "This is the worst mission ever."

"They're not all going to be like Budapest, Kiddo." Clint said.

I frowned knowing that was true, but missions shouldn't be allowed to be as boring as this. It should be illegal. I'm going to write up a complaint. No, forget that. I'm going to go whine to Fury until I either get my way, or he has me forcibly removed from his office like all the other times I went to him with a complaint. Maybe someday I'll break through.

"Kaira, if you can last another hour or so on this, I'll take you to the diner for breakfast, alright?" Clint offered.

I instantly perked up at that because I loved me some food. Best stuff ever, and that pizza I ate was like forever ago.

"Promise?" I asked.

I promise." Clint said with another chuckle. "Now, are you going to be a good little agent and watch the targets?"

"Yes, sir." I said chirpily as I saluted.

I instantly started watching our targets' place like a hawk—ha, like a hawk!—as four people moved around inside the building. I watched as the people inside spoke while trying to use my nifty spy stuff to pick up on what they were saying. I turned the small looking satellite handheld device towards the building while messing with my comm., so to get the right frequency. However, by the time I started picking up on some words, they were leaving the building.

"Damn, I was finally getting this stupid thing to work." I said tossing it over my shoulder.

It made a crunching noise, but I basically ignored it. I tilted my head curiously as the targets drove away in their van. I waited silently for a few minutes before radioing Phil.

"Momma Phil, the targets left the base." I said. "You are clear to move in."

"Rodger that, Cortez." Phil replied. "We're moving in. You and Barton keep your eyes on the targets."

"Copy that." I said. "Barton and I will stick to them like glue."

I cut off the communication while standing up. Clint nodded to let me know he heard before the two of us left our rooftops. We met in a back alleyway just in enough time to see the van go by.

"Isn't that the way to the diner?" I asked grinning.

Clint nodded with his own grin on his face. Yay! I get food while I'm working. Clint and I casually left the alleyway to walk down the street with no one paying any attention to us. We went a few blocks until seeing our target's van stopped.

"Hmm, there's Dr. Jane Foster, Dr. Eric Selvig, the intern Darcy Lewis..." I said then looked at the large man. "And the mystery man who apparently likes to be called Thor. A cute mystery man I might add."

Clint shook his head at me, and I grinned at him in return. The two of us walked across the street to the diner. We slipped in with no one even looking up at our entrance. I instantly spotted the group of four at a table where an elderly waitress was taking their order. Clint nodded towards the counter, and I followed his lead. We sat down at the counter, and I took off my jacket to lay across the counter beside me. I then spun around on my stool for fun.

"Okay, Kiddo, focus." Clint said though he was smiling.

He got me to face the counter while successfully stopping my spinning. I nodded my head as the lone working waitress came over to us.

"And what can I get, you two dears?" She asked with her pad and pent.

"Coffee, black." Clint said.

"Two chocolate glaze donuts." I said as I eyed the donuts behind her. "And coffee please...oh, and do you have French vanilla cream?"

The waitress chuckled saying she'd come right up with our orders. Clint thanked her for the both of us as she walked away. The waitress brought back our stuff first then went to give a big order of breakfast to the table were the four targets were.

"You need to eat healthier." Clint said as I took a big bite out of my donut. "Or you'll get flabby."

I rolled my eyes as he took an experimental sip from his coffee mug. He let out a content sigh then took another sip.

"I have a high metabolism, Birdie." I pointed out. "I can eat whatever the Hades I want. You're just jealous you can't eat like you used to, Old man. Isn't good for your health."

Clint rolled his eyes at me this time as he gave me a slight nudge. I chuckled then continued enjoying my unhealthy breakfast. I was just finishing up my breakfast when my comm. buzzed to life with a bit of static.

"Cortez, Barton, we're almost done here." Phil said. "We need you to return to the base we set up."

We didn't reply, but we knew Phil didn't need us too. We simply got up from the counter as Clint pulled out his wallet. He left more than enough money on the counter then headed for the door.

"Cortez, see if you can get a tracker on the target we have no record of before you depart." Phil ordered.

I nodded for Clint to wait by the door. He went to do just that as I casually put back on my light jacket. I easily picked up the conversation happening at the table as I was making my way towards the group.

"This drink, I like it." The man was saying as he held up the coffee mug. "Another!"

He went to slam it down, but with my quick half-blood reflexes I caught it with ease. The people at the table looked at me in surprise as I placed the mug on the table.

"Careful, buddy." I said with an easy grin. "Someone could get hurt on broken glass."

I pat his shoulder while easily slipping a tracking device under his collar.

"Yeah, you could just ask for more instead of breaking mugs." Jane Foster said then looked to me. "Thank-you."

"No problem." I said. "You all have a nice day."

I walked away meeting Clint over by the door. He opened it letting some men come in before he motioned for me to go out. I walked out with him right behind me.

"Success?" Clint asked.

I nodded my head while a little insulted he had to ask. I'm very good at sleight of hand after all.

"Coulson, tracking device was planted successfully." Clint said as we walked away from the diner.

"Understood." Phil said. "Now you two get back to base."

Clint said we would, and I stuffed my hands in my pockets wondering if this was going to get any easier.

I leaned back in my chair staring up at the ceiling as Jasper Sitwell was working on tracking the mystery guy.

"Are you sure you put that thing on right?" Sitwell asked.

I looked at him with a quirked brow, and he held up his hands in a surrendering manner. Clint chuckled as he looked up from where he was playing with his arrows. I know I put the tracker on there right. I even had it activated before I left the diner.

"Well, he's either staying in one place...very still...or something is messing with our system." Sitwell said.

"It could be the hammer." One of the techs said. "It's messing with all our other systems."

Just as the said that the screens flickered. I frowned guessing I put the tracker on there for nothing...oh well, I guess. I did what I was supposed to. Just then thunder rolled over the already darkened sky, and I frowned more while looking up. More thundered rolled as I stood up from my chair.

"Kid?" Clint asked.

I didn't reply as I went to stand outside. I looked up at the sky as dark clouds started to swirl around to block out the moon and stars. A bit of lightening streaked across the sky as well.

"Kaira, what is it?" Clint asked joining me outside.

"This isn't...natural." I said. "It feels like...some kind of force is creating this weather."

It almost felt like magic, or some kind of other unnatural force was controlling it.

"What? Do you think Zeus is in a bad mood or something?" Clint asked.

My brows furrowed as I tried to sort out through what I was feeling. This weather it felt foreign to me. When it was Zeus or the other gods messing with the weather, I always knew it was them. It was like a half-blood thing, so we always knew if something was up. However, I didn't feel their presence in this weather.

"No." I said looking at Clint. "This is something else."

Clint frowned not looking as if he liked the sound of that. As we stood there, I noticed that most of the dark clouds were hovering around where the hammer was located.

"It's the hammer." I said in realization. "It's doing this."

"Are you sure?" Phil asked from the cover of the makeshift base.

I turned to him while not surprised by his sudden appearance. I nodded my head while getting the feeling that something interesting was going to happen.

"Be on alert." Phil said. "Cortez, I want you stationed near the hammer, and clear out the scientists. Barton, be prepared to get up high."

Barton and I nodded our heads as Phil ducked back inside. Barton pat my shoulder, and I grinned at him as I went inside. I walked through the different dome-like halls until I made it to where the scientists were working on the hammer. I sat down on the railing while barely under any protection since the top of this room had no roof. Not that I cared if I got rained on, which I'm sure is going to happen once the rain starts.

"You guys should scram." I said. "We're going to have a visitor. I'm sure of it. You don't want to get in the middle of that."

They nodded while immediately packing up their weird gizmos. I looked up at the sky as more lightening streaked across it.

"We have an agent down!" I heard through the comm. system. "We have a parameter breach."

I grinned since I knew this was going to happen. The alarms started blaring loudly as more agents started slipping into the halls to protect the hammer. I was the last defense, but before me was a very large man known as Agent Thomas. Let's see if mystery guy can get through all of us.

"Seriously, guys, you need to get out of here." I said to the scientists, so they'd hurry along.

They quickened their pace as the clouds finally opened up to let the rain pour down to earth. The hammer gave off more spikes on energy, which had me looking at it curiously. It almost felt like...magic. Maybe this guy really was Thor.

"He's in the facility!" Someone sounded. "All agents on high alert! I repeat—"

The guy never got to repeat, and I winced when I heard him groan in pain. Well, the intruder got him, didn't he?

"Does anyone have eyes on intruder?" Phil asked as calm as ever.

People were shouting back negatives, or they'd say yes before I would hear them cry out in pain. This guy was good.

"Barton, I need up you now in the sky with a gun." Phil ordered. "Cortez, be on the ready."

I didn't hear Clint reply, but I knew he was most likely already up into the air with his bow and arrows instead of a gun.

"Ready and waiting, Momma Phil." I replied as I jumped off the railing.

My eyes tracked the silhouette of the man as he ran through the halls that were only made of a thin plastic cover. I saw him taking out agents as well. He really was good. I finally could see him down the hall from one of the entry ways that led to the hammer. I got ready to fight, but he had to change direction when a few agents charged him.

"Well, there goes my fun." I said sighing.

"Don't worry, Kid, I'm sure he'll be coming back your way." Clint assured me.

Unless, he falls over dead when Clint sticks an arrow in the back of his neck. Then I won't have any fun.

"Barton, talk to me." Phil ordered.

"You want me to slow him down, sir?" Clint asked. "Or are you sending in more guys for you to beat up?"

"Send him to me!" I begged.

"I let you know." Phil replied. "And, Cortez, hold position. You might get your chance at him."

I sighed really hoping so. I haven't had any descent fun in what's felt like weeks. Working with Tony had been mundane fun, but I need something more. I can't go around doing illegal things for fun anymore like I used to. Well, some of the spy stuff I do isn't exactly legal either, but I do that stuff because of orders. Not for the Hades of it, which always made it more fun.

I saw the guy again at the other entrance as he was walking up towards the hammer. I crossed my arms over my chest while knowing I had to wait to see if the guy got past Agent Thomas before it was my turn. Just as I thought that Agent Thomas hit the guy hard in the neck with his arm, and the guy hit the walkway.

"You're big." The guy said looking unfazed. "I've fought bigger."

He got up to punch Thomas in the face, and my brow quirked when Thomas when stumbling back. The two went swapping blows until they fell right through the thin plastic wall into the mud and the rain outside.

"And there he goes again." I said. "I'll never get a turn."

"Focus, Kaira." Clint and Phil said in unison.

I rolled my eyes as I crossed my arms over my chest. I leaned against the railing while listening to the fight since I couldn't really see it. I heard a thought of grunts of pain, but I couldn't tell who was who.

"You better call it, Phil." Clint said. "Because I'm starting to root for this guy."

I grinned knowing that mean that the mystery man won his fight against Thomas.

"Hold on." Phil said. "I want to see how he does against Cortez."

My grin grew as I dropped down next to the hammer as the guy ripped a whole through the wall. He was covered in mud, and looked tried as he faced me. He tilted his head at me as his eyes looked me over.

"Are you the last line of defense?" He asked. "You are nothing but a tiny woman."

I just chuckled as I let him step forward before striking out. I whirled around with my foot out. It connected to his jaw, and he went right into the metal railing. His head hit the railing hard as I cracked my neck.

"I'm tougher than I look." I said. "Now let's go, big guy. I've been waiting for some fun."

Blondie grinned looking a bit excited himself. He took a swing at me, which I managed to dodge. I punched him in the face, but I think I hurt my hand more than his face. He grabbed the front of my jacket to toss me through the air, and I grunted when I hit the railing. I fell towards the ground while managing to land on my feet. He went to grab the hammer probably thinking I was down. However, I jumped forward while grabbing his arm. I twisted around him while placing my feet on his back.

I pressed hard on his back while tugging on his arm, and it twisted him away from the hammer. I jumped away from him as he hit the ground. He got back up only to get my knee in his face. He grabbed my leg before I could get far, and he punched me right in the face. My head was ringing after that. I shook my head then broke lose. I twisted around onto my hands while kicking my feet backward and up. They hit his chest, and he fell back into the railing again.

I didn't waste time to start punching him repeated in the face. I kicked his knee back to make him kneel to the ground. I was about to give him an uppercut that would hopefully knock him out. Before I could, however, he grabbed my fist. He twisted it until I heard pop, and I grimaced knowing my wrist was either dislocated for sprained now. He lifted me up into the air, and threw me again. However, this time I went over the railing. I hit the walkway with a loud thud...ow.

"Cortez, stand down." Phil said just as I was about to get back up. "I want to see what happens."

I huffed because I could keep going if given the chance. I play defeated though as the guy went to the hammer. He grabbed a hold of it to start pulling. And like everyone with else, the hammer didn't budge. I watched the guy's expression to see he was truly shocked. I could tell he had expected something to happen. Phil gave the order to move in when nothing happened. Agents swarmed the area, and one handcuffed the guy who didn't even put up a fight.

"Agent Cortez, are you alright?" Asked one of the new agents.

I just silently flipped back onto my back as I watched the guy being forced off his knees to be herded away.

"Kid, talk to me." Clint said. "You okay?"

"Fine." I answered. "Though I'm sure I'm going to have a nasty shiner. Oh, and my wrist is dislocated...maybe sprained. Besides, that I'm good."

I sat in front of Clint silently as he placed an icepack against my face. The doctor already checked me out, and told me I had just dislocated my wrist. It was popped back into place before I was given the rest of the checkup. I did have a big bruise on my cheek, and there were bruises on my back from where I was thrown around. My lip was also busted. Besides, all that I was fine.

"I could have kept going." I said frowning. "I wasn't done."

"Don't worry too much about it, Kid." Clint said. "You fared a lot better than everyone else. And Phil and I know you could have kept going. Phil just wanted to see what would happen. That guy was pretty good to be able to be taking hits from you without faltering."

I nodded my head lightly in agreement. The guy was barely dazed for a second before he was back to wailing on me.

"There's something about him." I said looking up at Clint. "Something that's not human."

Clint looked at me curiously as he continued to help look after the big bruise on my cheek.

"Are you sure?" Phil asked as he appeared in the doorway.

"Yeah." I said. "He's not like me...or maybe he is. I'm not sure. If he was a half-blood I would have known about him. Half-bloods that age wouldn't have lived that long without getting some kind of attention. But I have a theory. I mean, when I backtracked through what Dr. Foster did in the last twenty-four hours when we first got here, she had taken our mystery guy to the hospital, and she necked him in under the name of Thor. And we have a hammer out there that messes with weather…namely thunderstorms. We might actually have a Norse God on our hands."

Phil nodded his head looking thoughtful as I rubbed my wrist, which felt a bit sore still.

"Do you think you might get something from him if you interrogate him?" Phil asked. "Or maybe just by watching him?"

"Not sure." I said. "I'm not an interrogator."

"Well, you're going to have to be, Kaira." Phil said. "We need answers. Your theory sounds pretty solid, but if you're right, we still have to know why he is here."

I nodded guessing there really wasn't any other options. Phil told me where I could find the guy, and that he'd leave me alone with him for a few minutes. Phil left to go check on something else as I let out a sigh.

Don't worry, Kid." Clint said. "You can do this. Nat's been giving you lessons, right?"

I nodded again because that was true. Natasha has been trying to give me lessons in interrogating people properly. Guess it's time to see if those lessons are going to pay off.

I stood outside the room where mystery guy was as I took a deep brief. Ask me to do something extremely dangerous, and I'd do it gladly with a large grin on my face. Ask me to play interrogator...I get nervous. My people skills aren't that great. I tend to annoy people, or completely piss them off since my personality is usually snarky and sarcastic...and mocking, which are very similar personality traits now that I think about it. I shook my head while stepping in through the door.

"Goodbye." I heard the mystery man murmur.

"Goodbye?" I asked with a tilt of the head. "I just got here, Pal."

The man glanced up at me with a dull look in his eye. Man, this was not the same guy from last night.

"I know you were probably expecting Momma Phil." I said. "But I was sent instead. Ya see, I have a theory that you're not exactly human like me."

A bit of curiosity entered the man's eyes after I mentioned that little 'not completely human' tidbit.

"So, what's your name?" I asked him with a tilt of my head.

"...Thor Odinson..." He said after a moment's pause.

My eyes widened momentarily. So I was right…I like being right. A Norse demigod...and actually immortal unlike me. I mean, some people call Thor Odinson a god while others call him a demigod. It's like difference in mythologies or something. Though I have heard of Norse demigods who were like me. A mortal demigod born from the union of a Norse god and a mortal human. I've never met any though.

"A fellow demigod." I said. "My name is Kaira. I'm the daughter of Tcyhe the goddess of Luck and Chance."

Thor's eyes widened partially as he looked at me. It was the most life he's had in his eyes since I walked through the door.

"You're a Grecian." Thor said.

I nodded since that was technically true I suppose. My mother is a Greek goddess after all.

"So, I take it that hammer out there is yours." I said.

"No longer." Thor said as he shook his head. "It is a punishment from my father that I be bound here to Migard...as a mere human. To never wield the hammer because I am not worthy."

I looked at him sympathetically when seeing how broken up he was about this.

"Then you have to prove yourself worthy." I said. "I know it's not an easy task. Believe me, I used to spend a lot of my time trying to prove myself worthy to my mother. I'm still trying, so you can't give up either."

Thor looked at me seeming surprised by my words. I know I shouldn't be encouraging him to continue going on, but I can't stand seeing a fellow demigod feeling down. Technically I think of myself as a half-blood, but hey, we're both children of gods. Got to stick together.

"You think I can change?" Thor asked. "I am a brash man...I did not listen to my father's teachings...I longed for war. I put my people in danger for this need."

"Believe me, Thor, I know quite a few half-bloods that enjoy war very much." I said. "One of them is a close friend of mine…she got a war, and even though she's daughter of the war god, she no longer wishes for it as she had once. So, if war is in her blood, but she can change her mindset of it, then you can too. And it seems to me that you've already changed based on the description you've given of yourselves."

"...thank-you...for your kind words, Lady Kaira" Thor said.

I blinked at being called a lady because I'm pretty sure I'm far from being close to a lady.

"Cortez, I want a word with you." Phil said through the comms.

"I have to go now." I said to Thor. "I hope things work out for you. And chin up, Big guy. That sour look doesn't suit you."

I left the room before he could comment to find Phil waiting on the other side of it.

"Do you believe him?" Phil asked me the second the doors closed behind me.

"Yeah, I do." I said nodding. "The look in his eyes...he looked truly broken. I don't see him as much as a threat. Yeah, he walloped our guys good, but I think he's given up on the hammer…at least for now."

Phil nodded his head then told me to get some rest. I dipped my head then left the facility while planning to go to the motel in town that was completely rented out to S.H.I.E.L.D agents. I spotted Clint near one of the jeeps placing two bags inside, and I grinned as I started skipping over.

"Birdie~" I sang as I jumped onto his back.

"Whoa!" He grunted as he instantly grabbed the back of my knees while trying not to fall over. "Kiddo, I think you're too big for piggyback rides."

"Are you saying I'm fat?" I asked pouting.

Clint instantly back-peddled saying he wasn't, and I grinned as I rested my chin on his shoulder.

"To the motel, Birdie." I said. "It's time for sleep."

Clint chuckled placing me inside the jeep where he had put the bags in.

"I was just thinking that myself." He said as he ruffled my hair with a grin.