Chosen

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-One: We Did Something Right

"Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men. It is the spirit of men who follow and of the man who leads that gains the victory." -George S. Patton.

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 Do you know the feeling when you finally have an answer for a question that eats you away? To receive the complete truth for a belief that haunts you every day? A thought that has kept you awake at night that will never bug you again?

 I believed that I had ruined my good will. I had growing ideas that I had become a ruthless killer. My innocence has been permanently stained with the blood of over a hundred Titans and terrorists. I know that taking some truly devious people out of the picture is for the benefit and safety of millions of others, but I'm not just taking out an enemy. I am killing a father/mother, son/daughter, husband/wife, and someone's best friend. I am conflicted with a moral dilemma of whether I truly have the right to end another's life just because they are against me.

 Everything I have done, everything I will do has not been to bloody my hands but truly for the greater good.

 I am writing the right side of history.

 I stand for a moment in complete shock with Mjolnir in my grasp. I am absolutely stunned by the powerful hammer in my hands. I mean, why me? My mind is swarming with thousands of thoughts that paralyze me in my place. It is only when Tony shouts at me for an update that I remember the dangerous predicament we are in.

"Mon, what's the situation with Thunder Arms?" Tony grunts as he lands a punch to Corvus.

"I-uh... He's... Uh... I have the- uh... He's not..." My brain is unable to formulate complete thoughts, "The thing. The thing, the- uh, thing."

"It appears, sir, that your daughter is worthy of wielding Mjolnir," Simmons informs him timidly.

"What the-?" Tony spins around to look at me. From the thumbnail video of him in the corner of my visuals screen I see his eyes widen in utter bewilderment. "Honey, I think we did something right!"

"Oh, boy, did this just get so much more interesting," Daisy chortles as I am now left to do something with a weapon I never dreamed of handling.

"What's happening? Is everything okay?" Captain Rogers inquires.

"Well, no, I don't think I'll ever be okay again now that my girlfriend will forever hold it above me that she is worthy of Mjolnir," Alex says nonchalantly.

"What-oh, damn-" Captain Rogers's feed cuts out suddenly.

I take this as a sign that I need to get moving to destroy the blade. I have already wasted a full minute just standing here being completely dumbfounded that Mjolnir is in my hands; I cannot misuse another. I need to regain my focus.

But what do I do with Mjolnir? Do I throw it? Do I use it like a club? Do I dropkick it and hope for the best? I have watched Thor skillfully throw it and swing it. However, unlike Thor, I am not at all mastered in handling the hammer. He has had hundreds- if not thousands of years to practice using it. In the end, throwing Mjolnir will hit the enemy faster than having me fly over to hit him.

 This is why none of my suits involve weaponry that involves throwing. Before I tell what happened, just let me say that I have never been trained in any type of knife, ax, or other weaponry throwing and I have no such thing as beginner's luck. Mjolnir ends up bouncing off of the floor, leaving a major dent in the metal, before smashing through a garage door and into one of the more high-tech crafts.

 Daisy nearly dies laughing as my throw was completely awful. Banner sighs deeply at my amazing fail. Agent Tripp is stops in the middle of his teasing sentence when the hammer comes soaring back to my hand. Tony does not say anything about the throw and only tells me to hurry up as Corvus is not wearing down.