The S.H.I.E.L.D. Crater Investigation Site had been completely quarantined by SHIELD, the area was cordoned off with a perimeter of reinforced barriers and guarded checkpoints. Heavily armoured agents patrolled the boundaries, their presence a formidable deterrent to any curious onlookers or unauthorized personnel. The entire operation was shrouded in secrecy from the public, with only the most essential personnel allowed within the secured zone.
Inside the perimeter, a team of SHIELD scientists, clad in hazmat suits, meticulously inspected the scene. Their attention was divided between the massive crater and the hammer that lay embedded at its centre. They took soil samples, analysed the electromagnetic readings, and scanned the hammer itself with advanced equipment. Every detail, no matter how minute, was scrutinized as they sought to uncover the mystery behind this object that had seemingly fallen from the heavens.
Despite the serious atmosphere, there was an undercurrent of curiosity and, for some, even amusement. A few agents, when not directly observed by their superiors, dared to approach the hammer, taking turns attempting to lift it. They treated it almost like a challenge, a test of strength, though all efforts proved futile. The hammer remained stubbornly immobile, its weight, or perhaps something more, keeping it firmly rooted in place. But mostly, the SHIELD personnel remained focused on their assignments.
As Harry and Barton approached the crash site, they were met by Phil Coulson, who stepped forward with his usual calm demeanour. Despite the tension that surrounded the mysterious hammer, Coulson's smile was warm and reassuring, particularly when his eyes met Harry's.
"Harry, Clint," Coulson greeted, his tone carrying a note of concern. He knew that Harry had been through hell recently with the break-up. Though SHIELD had called Harry to the site days ago, they hadn't been able to bring him into action immediately. The area was still being fortified and secured, with a quarantine zone being established around the hammer. This delay had left Harry cooped up in the nearby house, stewing in his own thoughts and emotions. A situation Coulson wished could have been avoided.
Coulson gave Harry an understanding look. "I'm sorry for the wait, Harry. We had to ensure the site was fully secured before we could safely bring you in. I know it hasn't been easy, especially with everything you're going through." Coulson's words were meant to be comforting, though he knew they could only do so much. The burden Harry carried was evident in his eyes, and Coulson regretted that they hadn't been able to give him something, anything, to focus on sooner.
As they walked further into the secure area, Coulson tried to break the ice, sensing the heavy cloud of grief and anger hanging over Harry. The silence between them was thick, and he thought perhaps a bit of levity might help ease the tension.
"So, did you get the video I sent?" Coulson began, trying to sound casual, though his words were carefully chosen. "The one where Tony Stark gets tased? It was priceless seeing him drop like a sack of potatoes."
Clint glanced at Coulson, raising an eyebrow at the choice of topic, but said nothing. He knew Harry well enough to sense this might not go over as Coulson intended.
Harry didn't even flinch at the mention of the video. Instead, his expression darkened, and his gaze dropped to the ground, his fists clenching at his sides. The mention of Tony, and by extension, Natasha, was like a dagger twisting in a wound that had barely begun to heal.
"You shouldn't have done that," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper, yet laced with cold steel. "He didn't deserve it."
The abruptness of Harry's tone caught Coulson off guard. He stopped walking, turning fully to face Harry, his usual demeanour faltering. He hadn't anticipated this reaction; in fact, he thought it might have been a shared joke between them, something to momentarily distract Harry from his pain.
But now, seeing the way Harry's jaw tightened, the way his shoulders tensed, Coulson realized the depth of his miscalculation. "Harry," he started, searching for the right words, "at the time, it felt... necessary. You know how Stark can be, always pushing people's buttons. But looking back, I know that it wasn't right. Not with everything that's happened."
Harry's eyes, usually so vibrant with magic, were now shadowed, and for a fleeting second, Coulson saw just how much the young wizard was hurting. It wasn't just about Stark or the joke. The breakup with Natasha had left a gaping wound in his heart, and no amount of humour or distraction could cover that.
"I'm sorry," Coulson added, his voice softer, more sincere. "I was out of line. I didn't mean to make light of... everything that's going on."
Harry nodded curtly, but he didn't say anything more. The silence that followed was heavier as if the very air around them had thickened with unspoken emotions.
Clint, sensing the shift, took a step closer to Harry, offering silent support. He knew that words wouldn't help much now, but being there, standing by Harry's side, might. Coulson, recognizing that the moment had passed, decided to move the conversation along, to focus on the task at hand.
"Let's head over to the hammer," Coulson suggested his tone back to business. "There's something there we need your expertise on."
Harry nodded again, this time more firmly as if shaking off the lingering shadows of their previous exchange. But as they walked toward the site of the crashed Hammer, Coulson couldn't help but glance at Harry, feeling a pang of regret. He had wanted to help, to ease some of the pain Harry was carrying, but instead, he might have only added to it.
Harry, eager to shift the conversation away from the painful memories Coulson had inadvertently stirred, straightened up and adopted a more professional tone. "So, what exactly are we dealing with here?" he asked, his eyes focusing on the task ahead.
Coulson, relieved by the change in topic, quickly transitioned back into his role as a SHIELD agent. "Honestly, we're not entirely sure," he admitted, his brow furrowing slightly. "We've run every test we can think of, scans, chemical analysis, you name it, but nothing's come back with any significant findings. To all our instruments, it appears to be just a regular hammer. No unusual radiation, no anomalous energy readings."
He paused, glancing toward the object in question, partially buried in the crater's centre. "But here's the thing," Coulson continued, "It's immovable. We've tried everything from cranes to explosives, and it won't budge an inch. The only explanation we can think of is magic, but we haven't been able to confirm that either." Coulson turned back to Harry. "That's why Director Fury called you in. If there's anyone who can figure out what's really going on here, it's you."
Harry nodded thoughtfully, his gaze lingering on the distant hammer. "Let's take a closer look, then," he said, already shifting his focus to the mystery before him. The ache in his heart hadn't lessened, but at least now he had something else to concentrate on, something that needed solving.
Harry and Clint made their way toward the crater, where the hammer lay partially embedded in the earth. The area around it was bustling with SHIELD agents, scientists, and technicians, all working diligently to uncover the mystery of this seemingly ordinary object. But Harry knew better. As they approached the hammer, Harry's keen eyes took in every detail. The hammer was unremarkable in appearance, but the fact that it was immovable despite all efforts made it clear that it was far from ordinary. Clint stood by, watching with interest as Harry prepared to use his magic.
Without hesitation, Harry raised his hand, as he cast Aparecium, the Revealing Charm. A faint glow enveloped the hammer, and almost immediately, intricate markings began to appear on its surface, glowing with a soft, ethereal light. The runes and symbols, previously invisible to the naked eye, now stood out clearly, etched into the metal as if they were meant to be discovered by those who knew where to look.
"Clint," Harry instructed, his voice calm and focused, "get some photos of these markings. We'll need to send them to our linguists and symbologists for analysis. Maybe they can tell us what language this is, or what these symbols mean."
Clint nodded and quickly pulled out a high-resolution camera from nearby, snapping several shots of the revealed markings from different angles. As he worked, Harry turned his attention back to the hammer, feeling a surge of curiosity. What kind of magic was this? And what was the purpose of these runes?
Next, Harry cast the Inspection Charm, a spell designed to analyze the composition and properties of magical objects. A soft hum filled the air as the spell took effect, and Harry's mind was flooded with information. The hammer was made of a metal he had never encountered before, something ancient and powerful, imbued with properties that defied anything known to modern wizards.
"Uru," Harry murmured to himself as the name of the metal was revealed to him through the charm. The word felt foreign on his tongue, like something out of a myth or legend. He frowned, trying to recall any mention of it in his studies, but came up empty. Maybe if Hermione was here, she would have known about this Metal.
Turning to Coulson, who had been watching the proceedings with rapt attention, Harry said, "This hammer is made of a metal called Uru. It's not something I'm familiar with, at least, not in any magical texts I've read. I need you to dig into SHIELD's archives or reach out to any contacts we have regarding myths and mythologies, and see if anyone knows what this metal is, where it comes from, or what it's capable of. It doesn't exist in our current periodic table but there might be some mention of it in old fantastical tales."
Coulson nodded, already pulling out his communicator to relay the request to SHIELD's research teams. "We'll get on it right away. If there's information out there, we'll find it."
Harry returned his gaze to the hammer. Whatever this hammer was, it was more than just a tool. It was an artefact of immense power, and its presence here in New Mexico was no accident. There was a story behind this, one that Harry was determined to uncover.
After inspecting the hammer's markings and composition, Harry turned to Coulson and Clint. "Before I try anything more advanced, I want to check for any magical force keeping the hammer in place. You two try lifting it while I scan for any traces of enchantments."
Clint nodded, stepping forward and gripping the handle of the hammer. As he braced himself to lift it, Harry subtly raised his hand, murmuring an incantation under his breath. A faint glow emanated from the hand as he directed his magical senses toward the hammer, searching for any sign of binding spells or other magical forces at play.
Clint grunted as he pulled on the hammer, but it didn't budge. He stepped back, shaking his head. "Nothing. It's like it's glued to the ground."
Coulson stepped forward next, planting his feet and giving the hammer a firm tug. Again, the hammer didn't move an inch. Coulson let out a frustrated breath and looked at Harry. "Feels like it's part of the ground itself."
As they both tried and failed to lift the hammer, Harry's eyes narrowed in concentration. The magical aura surrounding the hammer was complex, layers upon layers of ancient enchantments woven together in a way that he had never seen before. He stepped closer to the hammer, focusing his senses, trying to detect any magical auras or spells that might be at work. But to his surprise, he sensed nothing unusual—no wards, no bindings, no enchantments that he could perceive. It was as if the hammer was simply… there. It was almost as if the hammer itself was choosing not to move, an intrinsic part of its very nature rather than an external force holding it down.
Harry's curiosity grew as he continued his magical examination. He was fascinated by the hammer's properties but also perplexed by the lack of any conventional magical restraint. Despite the lack of any detectable spell keeping the hammer on the ground, it was still immovable.
Deciding to take matters into his own hands, Harry reached out, his fingers hovering just above the hammer's handle. But before he could make contact, a yellow circle started to glow in front of Harry swirling into existence a portal, followed by the sudden appearance of a figure clad in flowing robes—Yao, the Ancient One.
The SHIELD agents on guard immediately reacted, guns drawn and aimed at the intruder. Without hesitation, they opened fire, their instincts overriding any sense of caution. But Harry was quicker. With a swift flick of his hand, he erected a shimmering, translucent barrier around himself, Yao, Coulson, and Clint, the bullets ricocheting harmlessly off the protective shield.
"Hold your fire!" Coulson shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos as he waved frantically at the agents. "Stand down! Everyone, stand down!"
The gunfire ceased, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. The agents lowered their weapons, though they remained tense, eyes fixed on Yao with suspicion.
Yao, seemingly unfazed by the commotion, turned her attention to Harry. "Don't pick it up," she said urgently.
Harry blinked in surprise, lowering his hand. "Well, hello to you too, Yao," he replied. He hadn't expected to see her here, especially not in such dramatic fashion.
Coulson, still recovering from the shock of the sudden appearance, glanced between Harry and Yao. "You know her?" he asked, still trying to process what had just happened.
Harry nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving Yao's. "She's a friend and someone we should listen to."
"You don't want to pick it up just yet, Harry," Yao warned. "This hammer is part of a trial set by the Norse god Odin for his son, Thor. It's a test of worthiness, like the ordeal Tony Stark faced when he was captured in Afghanistan. Only when Thor proves himself worthy will he be able to lift this hammer. If you interfere now, it could shatter the integrity of his trial."
Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair as he gave Yao a weary look. "Another hero origin story?" he asked, his voice tinged with both frustration and resignation.
Yao met his gaze with a small, knowing smile. "All heroes have an origin story, Harry. It's the nature of the world we live in. Without these trials, we wouldn't have the heroes we need. New challenges create new champions. It's how the world keeps moving forward."
Harry nodded slowly, processing her words. He turned to Coulson, who was still staring at the hammer, trying to absorb the gravity of what Yao had just revealed. "You heard her, Coulson. That's Thor's hammer. Get the foremost expert in Norse mythology on this. We need a full review of all the relevant lore."
Coulson blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. "Right away," he replied, already pulling out his phone to make the necessary arrangements.
Harry then looked back at Yao, his expression softening just a bit. "Well, since we're not lifting enchanted hammers today, do you want to have some tea and discuss… whatever it is that brought you here so urgently?"
Yao's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Tea sounds like a splendid idea. We have much to talk about, Harry."
As the two of them prepared to leave the site, Coulson's mind raced with the implications of what he had just learned. Norse gods, enchanted hammers, and yet another hero on the horizon. This was turning out to be far more than just another assignment.
Harry and Yao walked together in contemplative silence, their steps crunching softly on the gravel path. The distant hum of activity from SHIELD's operations faded as they approached the cafeteria. Harry glanced at Yao, his thoughts still swirling from their conversation at the site. "I didn't expect to come across Norse mythology today," he remarked, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
Yao offered a soft chuckle. "Sometimes, the unexpected lessons are the most enlightening. We never know what we'll encounter, but we can always learn from it."
As they reached the entrance to the cafeteria, Yao held the door open for Harry. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wafted out, mingling with the warmth inside. Harry paused for a moment, taking in the comforting atmosphere.
"Let's grab a seat," Yao suggested, guiding him towards a quiet corner of the room where a small table was bathed in the soft light of a hanging lamp.
Yao motioned for him to relax as she signalled a nearby server for tea. "Sometimes, it's in these ordinary moments that we find clarity. Take a moment to breathe, Harry. The world won't end if we take a break." The hum of distant conversations and clinking utensils filled the space, but around their table, a quiet stillness hung in the air.
Yao took a slow sip of her tea before breaking the silence. "How have you been, Harry?"
Harry gave a half-hearted shrug, staring into his cup. "You already know the answer to that," he replied.
Yao nodded. "Yes, the state of your home made that abundantly clear. The destruction was… thorough, to say the least. Did it really have to come to that? Burning it down so completely?"
Harry's grip tightened slightly on his cup, his jaw clenching as he remained silent, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him.
Yao watched him for a moment, her expression softening. "I've repaired the damage," she said, her tone almost motherly. "The house is back to its original state, and the memories of those who witnessed it have been altered. They remember nothing. But let this be the only time I clean up after you."
Harry looked up at her. "I didn't ask you to—"
"You didn't have to," Yao interrupted gently. "But I'm telling you now, Harry, this can't be a pattern. The path you're on, it's dangerous. Destruction won't heal what's broken inside you."
Harry nodded, the reality of her words sinking in. "I know," he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it's hard, Yao. Everything feels… hollow."
Yao reached across the table, placing a hand on his. "You're stronger than you think, Harry. You've faced worse and come out the other side. This pain will pass too. But you must give yourself the chance to heal, not by burning everything down, but by rebuilding."
"Does she come back?" Harry asked, his voice carrying a note of desperation.
Yao looked at him with calm, knowing eyes. "You know I can see the future, right?" she replied. "I've witnessed countless permutations of this conversation and your future. So, trust me when I say this: focus on yourself."
Harry shook his head, frustration evident. "It's hard to do that when I feel so lost and abandoned."
Yao's gaze softened as she leaned in slightly. "Think back to when you first came to this world. You lost everything you knew, every connection you had. Yet, you persevered. You built new relationships, forged a new path, and created a new life for yourself. Natasha is just one person. You have a whole network of family and friends who care about you—like me, Mr. Stark, Ms. Potts, the Richards, and many others whose lives you've touched."
She paused, her tone growing more resolute. "Don't let one person's departure define your worth or dictate your future. You are destined for greatness. There will be challenges and formidable opponents ahead, far greater than this one setback. Don't hold yourself back because of what's happened. Embrace your potential and move forward."
Harry took a deep breath, nodding slowly as he absorbed her words. "Thank you," he finally said, his voice steadier. "For everything."
Yao smiled a rare warmth in her eyes. "That's what friends are for. Now, drink your tea before it gets cold. You have much to do here, and you'll need your strength."
Author's Note:
Hey everyone, this is the last chapter for Arc 3. Thank you everyone for the support and thank you for your kind words and all the reviews that you have left.
In these next few chapters, I have really enjoyed writing Coulson. He is portrayed as such a stoic character but I think after his death in Avengers, his caring side was well explored in the series. And with the prior relationship with Harry, Coulson acting confused about how to act or behave around Harry allowed me to inject some humour to balance the brooding. And obviously writing Yao is always fun. She jumping in theatrically is generally not needed but I feel like for a person who doesn't have that many friends due to her age, I see her having fun with Harry with her eccentric behaviour. Whenever I think of adding a Yao scene, I always want to come up with the most creative way that she can make an entrance and impact. There are very few characters that you can do that with, I feel like in the MCU. Also, Harry not picking up the Hammer, if it wasn't abundantly clear yet, Harry is worthy to pick up the Hammer. But I am waiting to make it a more dramatic scene. Still debating though, should it be in age of ultron or should it be before that. What do you guys think? I would welcome the suggestions for when you think would be a good time for Harry to pick up the Hammer. Thank you for all the support on this story and Happy reading.
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