An Angel and a God || T. Odinson

Mystery Hammer

Later that morning.
New Mexico, SHIELD Base.
5:16 AM.

She stepped out of the quinjet, following behind Clint as they passed the on-duty agents and stepped into the temporary SHIELD tent.

"He should be up there," Clint informed, taking the lead and walking up the ramp.

Maddie nodded as she glanced around at the high-security home SHIELD had only hours to build. She wondered if it was all really worth it but knew soon enough she'd be able to answer her own question.

"Barton," Coulson greeted, looking up from one of the many computer screens in front of him.

"I brought her," Clint replied.

"Hey, Phil," Maddie waved a hand as she stepped out from behind Clint.

"Agent Winchester, nice to see you again," Coulson nodded professionally before giving himself away with a smile.

"Really?" she stared at him.

He shrugged. "Maddie."

She shook her head, smiling. "Better, now where is this mystery hammer?"

"This way," Coulson gestured. "Oh, and Barton they brought the supply crate you asked for."

"Good, thanks," Clint nodded. "I'll leave you two to it then," he said, kissing the side of Maddie's head before making his way back down the ramp and outside the tent.

"Alright," Coulson said and she followed him as he held a white plastic layer to the side just enough for her to walk through.

She looked around the room and aside from the steel railings and synthetic coverings it was just another cut-off section of Earth. She stepped down onto the dry sand, seeing a small rock that looked a lot like a throne with a hammer sat atop of it, the entire thing at an angle in the middle of the closed-off room.

"This is it?" Maddie asked, glancing back at Coulson.

"It is," he said. "And we've tried everything to move it, nothing's working."

"So Clint told me."

"Our scientists are trying to get a read on it but nothing so far."

She stepped closer to it before crouching down and becoming eye-level with the strange silver hammer.

"May I?" she asked.

"Be my guest," Coulson urged. "If you can't get anything off of it, then..." he paused, watching her run her fingers over the invisible indentations.

"It's not human that's for sure," Maddie declared.

"Any idea what it is then?" he asked. "Angel, alien, at this point I'll take anything you can give me, Maddie."

"Mjölnir," she whispered, reading the symbol on the side of the hammer.

"What?"

"That's what it says," she looked up at Coulson.

"Any way I can get an English translation of that?" he asked half smiling.

"There isn't one," Maddie shook her head. "It's a name. The name of the hammer."

"The hammer has a name?" he asked, looking skeptical.

"Appears so," she shrugged.

She stood back up and just out of curiosity tried to pick it up, she wound her hand around the handle and expected it to be anchored to the spot only to find it light as a feather when she managed to pick it up like it weighed nothing.