Tony called up Fury to co in, and this ti, Jane didn't stop him, as Fury explicitly stated that he would return all the equipnt to Jane again. Though she was annoyed, right now, she would have to set aside personal differences.
Fury spoke with Thor and formally introduced himself as the Director of SHIELD, finally understanding what they were facing. Though he had a general idea of how bad the situation was, getting to know it firsthand sent a chill down his spine.
The last ti he faced an alien threat, he had help, and though this ti too he had help, he didn't know if they could face an army. One was a robotic killing machine with persecution delusions, another was an egotistical super-intelligent man, and an exiled prince. This wasn't looking good, but they would have to make do with it.
"I will go and arrange for the welco of your brother," Tony said, and then he proceeded to fly off, while Fury went to talk with the World Council. They had never approved the Avengers Initiative. This was his chance.
While they left, Thor and Liam conversed. Liam was particularly intrigued by how Thor was very accepting of him even though he wore the mask. The reasoning Thor gave was that esteed warriors of Asgard, including the Valkyries, sotis wore masks, so it wasn't very surprising that Liam wore one too.
Over the next two days, Liam found himself in the company of Jane, Darcy, and Dr. Selvig, doing his best to blend into their world while keeping an ear open for any developnts on Loki's impending arrival. It was sotis difficult because he had to wear a mask at all tis.
Jane, caught up in her research, had little ti to dwell on it, though she did give him an occasional curious glance. With SHIELD returning her equipnt, she dove into her work. Thor had opened a new world for her, and thus, she didn't want to lose the inspiration.
Darcy, on the other hand, was relentless.
"So, mystery guy, what's with the whole 'never-showing-your-face' thing? Are you secretly, like, super handso? Or is this a Batman situation where the mask is the brand?"
"Let's just say it's complicated," Liam answered.
"It's always complicated," Darcy quipped, "but you're rolling with the Norse God of Thunder. That's peak complicated."
"Not as complicated as you working as one of the 2 Broke Girls in a restaurant," Liam muttered.
"I... What?" Darcy could only make out so words from Liam's mouth.
"Nothing."
That was another issue. He did eat, of course, but never around them. He always found an excuse to step away, ensuring that no one ever saw him without the mask.
"A man who hides his face often hides sothing else," Selvig mused. "Not that I mind. I've worked with enough paranoid physicists to know that privacy is a choice. But I can't help but wonder—what is it you're protecting? Yourself? Or us?"
"Both."
anwhile, he spent ti with Thor and the Warriors Three, who were less interested in his secrecy and more intrigued by his combat abilities. Fandral had tried—unsuccessfully—to lure him into a friendly duel multiple tis.
"It is rare to et a warrior who conceals both his face and his skill," Fandral remarked. "Surely, a small display of swordplay wouldn't be too much to ask?"
"Not today," Liam said smoothly.
"If we are to fight a battle soon, we must feast!" Fandral clapped a hand on Liam's shoulder. "Co, masked warrior, surely you can recomnd sothing worthy of an Asgardian stomach?"
"Oh, I got you covered. Ever heard of Pop-Tarts?" Darcy recomnded.
By the ti the second day ca to an end, the lighthearted monts had begun to fade. The weight of what was coming lood over them all. Loki would arrive soon, and with him, war.
That night, Liam stood outside alone, staring up at the vast sky.
"Thor, when will you be able to lift that hamr of yours?"
"The All-Father has banished . I don't think I will ever be able to lift it," Thor replied.
"Tell , Thor, are you the God of Lightning or the God of Hamrs?" Liam asked.
This question stumped Thor a bit. He wanted to reply that he was the God of Lightning, but if he was, how co he couldn't use lightning?
The Day of the War
The weather was gloomy right from the morning. Black clouds hovered above, blocking the sun and depriving the n on the ground of its warmth. Since SHIELD knew that a war might take place, the whole town had been evacuated. Jane and the others, too, were advised to leave, but she refused, giving the excuse that she wanted to see the Rainbow Bridge for her research.
SHIELD agents ford a periter and made sure no civilians were allowed to witness what was about to happen. They were also equipped with guns, and even tanks were brought in. They couldn't let Loki's army get past the temporary barrier they had set up.
"You must be Wraithborn. Natasha spoke about you. Thank you for dealing with those scums at the pier."
It was Barton who ca forward and introduced himself. Liam didn't understand the enthusiasm.
"I am Clint Barton, but people call Hawkeye."
"He is a big fan of yours," Natasha added, coming from behind.
"Huh?" Liam was still confused as to why Barton was so eager.
"He watched you on the tape. Barton is an archer, so finding soone better than him has lit a fire under his ass," Natasha said.
Now it clicked for Liam. Barton was a great archer, but when he saw the video of how Liam used a bow and arrow in slow motion, he was impressed and wanted to et the man himself.
Now that he was here, he had to introduce himself.
"Hello... I just did what any parent or adult would have done," Liam said.
Barton nodded. He would have done the sa thing. His wife had just given birth, and he couldn't even imagine his sweet child being taken away by soone. He would go to war against the world if that ever happened.
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