“Listen, I need to get back into the field as soon as I can. This stupid injury can’t stop me!” Lance complained to Dr. Jemma Simmons.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Hunter, but…” she began before she was rudely interrupted.
“Well can’t I get one of those bloody fake hands like Coulson has?”
“I’m afraid that we had 4 spares, however Coulson lost one, broke one, one was stolen and he thought of the brilliant idea of leaving one beside Grant Ward’s dead body. Not only have artificial limbs proven to be ineffective, but producing yet another one would be far beyond our budget.” Hunter sighed.
“Get me Fitz, please,” he asked. Leo Fitz came in 2 minutes holding a test tube with a purple liquid in one hand and a prototype of a new icer in the other.
“Make it quick,” said the engineer. “I don’t have all day.”
“I’ll give you a prosciutto and buffalo mozzarella sandwich with a hint of homemade pesto aioli if you get me a strong gun that can be used with just one hand and you’ll stay quiet about my request. Deal?”
Agent Barbara Morse, Agent Natasha Romanoff and Agent Clint Barton where gathered around a table in a coffee shop. Bobbi was the first to speak. But first she sighed very loudly
“The Director insisted that we should call in Thor to help us deal with Loki who apparently escaped from that prison thingy on Asgard.”
“And that’s one good idea!” said Natasha loudly. But Clint shook his head.
“Guys, I don’t think that’s the best idea. I mean, if the Asgardians put him in a prison from which he easily escaped, how do we know we can trust Thor to help us take down Loki. I mean, remember the battle of New York. And remember how reluctant old Goldilocks was about fighting his brother. For all we know, maybe they didn’t even put him in a prison.” he said.
“But Thor knows Loki better than anyone. If we can get him on our side…” Romanoff was ready to argue with her colleague all day, but Agent Morse had other plans.
“Wait a minute, there is one person who can help us and who knows Loki even better than Thor.” she said. Black Widow and Hawkeye both stared at her in surprise.
“Who is it?” they asked in unison. Agent Morse stood up.
“Ever heard of Daddy Odin?” she asked.
“Are you armed?” Odin asked Barbara Morse.
“Just a handgun,” she replied. Odin got off his throne and walked up to her. He took the gun out of her pocket and held it so tight that it broke into smithereens.
“You want me, the King of Asgard, to help you, a Midgardian secret service, kill my own son?” Agent Morse had to think about her answer carefully.
“I know it sounds crazy, but please. We are desperate.”
“I never liked Loki. I adopted him because I felt sorry for him, being raised up in a family of monsters. But it turned out that he is also a monster. He was always jealous of his brother, Thor, and tried to kill him on on numerous occasions. I will help you, as long as I will become the next leader of S.H.I.E.L.D.”
“I’m afraid that is a condition we cannot agree to.”
“Then you won’t be experiencing my help!” his booming voice echoed around in the beautiful palace. Hawkeye and Black Widow were both hidden in the room, ready to pull the trigger. Or in Hawkeye’s case, fire his bow. But no one knew that Lance Hunter was also hidden in the room, holding a lightened version of an AK-47 in his only arm.
“Watch out!” shouted Barbara to Odin. Loki suddenly appeared in the palace. Natasha shot her gun. She missed. Clint fired his bow. He missed but then Lance jumped out of hiding and fired several well-aimed shots at the intruder, injuring him severely. He fell to the ground, but he just about managed to throw his sword. It hit his father, Odin. Then blood poured down from his chest. He was dead.
“I guess that since Thor isn’t in Asgard, I am now the rightful King!” Loki shouted at the top of his voice. “Guards! Arrest those agents!” At first a few guards hesitated, but some of them immediately ran at Barbara, Natasha, Clint and Lance. Lance was the only one armed in an icer, so he knocked out the guards.
“Am I really the only one who came prepared?”