At Worlds End (Thor) | Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Part Three: Thor's Devastation

Warnings: Mild descriptions of violence/a fight, sad Thor.

Summary: All you wanted was to be able to reply to your mother's incoming text messages, but instead had to fight against the man who called himself Thor. 

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The sound of rippling thunder and lightning strikes overhead made you look up into the dark sky from where you stood, holding the railing overlooking the hammer.

"You think lightning's gonna strike that thing?"

"The scientists would love to study the reaction if it did."

You hummed at the agent's words.

Checking your phone, you huffed when you found that there was no reception, no signal. No nothing. The screen even glitched out on you.

You were awaiting a reply from Tony -and your mother- which is what lead you into the surveillance room, hoping one of the tech guys in there could help you out with it. Only to find a S.H.I.E.L.D. higher up already there.

"Hey, tech dude's, you know-? Oh, hi." The bald-headed man nodded to you in the greeting you rose your phone for him to see. "Stuff's not working."

"The feed from the keyhole can barely penetrate the cloud cover," one of the men behind the many screens told you and his superior, "Tech's barely working as it is, with all the interference that thing's giving off."

"My mom's not gonna believe that I didn't text her back because a giant hammer got in the way."

"She can't know," the bald man told you.

"She wouldn't believe me if I did tell her. Did you not hear-?" Before you could finish your sentence and possibly get fired before even completing your first mission for S.H.I.E.L.D., the same man interrupted you.

"And we've got a commercial aircraft coming right over us. Southwest Airlines, flight 5434."

"Reroute it like all the others."

"Hold a sec." You moved to get a better look at the screens. "We've got something outside the fence, west side." The bald man reached for his walkie-talkie, radioing for an outside agent, relaying the information to them.

"Delancy, Jackson. West side perimeter. Go check it out."

You had a good inkling at what you thought it was, so you swiftly backpedalled out of the room, fully intent on finding Coulson.

Thor was here.

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Klaxons blared across the base as soon as you found Coulson.

"What's happening?" the man rushed.

"Perimeter breach. I think it's Thor. You want me to go after him?"

"No." He shook his head, which surprised you. You expected him to want you on the frontlines against the blonde man. "I want you near the hammer. Keep your eyes on it. If he gets near it. Then engage."

With a few nods, you replied, "You got it, boss."

Looks like you were going to find out if you could go head to head with the man calling himself Thor, after all.

And much sooner than you expected.

Swiping your arm at him, hitting him square in his chest, you sent him flying back. Landing with a loud clang against the metal gate of the floor.

"Stand down, soldier," you told him with warning in your tone, "I won't ask you again."

You towered above where he lay on the ground, a curious look in his eye. Studying your posture and form in your S.H.I.E.L.D. issued T-shirt and pants.

It was your downtime before he showed up. So you decided to train for a while before taking a nap in a place where you weren't supposed to.

That worked out real well for you, didn't it?

"You're big," Thor commented, complimenting you really. He thought you were a worthy opponent... well... worthier in Midgard, "Faught bigger."

"I warned you, blondie." You shook your head as he geared up to take a swing at you.

Yeah. It hurt.

Like, really bad.

Your nose felt like it were ablaze, but unlike a few days ago, it didn't instantly start bleeding from the hit.

It seemed your abilities were becoming more and more in tune with your body the longer you worked with them, instead of ignoring their existence.

"Is that all you got?"

Your fight with Thor quickly broke out through the cloudy screen of the tube and into the muddy outdoors. The rain pelted down on you all the while you wrestled with the man in the mud. Eyes unknowingly following you.

There you were, landing punch after punch into Thor's dirty, wet face, when he suddenly flung you from his body, making you slide across the ground.

A boot connected with your face as you tried to get back up, knocking you on your side. The man quickly grabbed you, holding you down, his fist connecting with the side of your face, making you spit up a mixture of water, mud, and blood.

Reaching back over, you grasped at the man's head, using that leverage to throw him over the shoulder he was still holding. Giving you the chance to deliver more blows to his face.

With a push back to your soaked chest, Thor moved into a crouch, placing his hands on either side of your face, raising up with you, only for his knee to connect with your nose, sending you flying this time.

"Strong one, aren't ya'?" he smiled, noting the way you were still conscious, gasping and dazed out towards the sky. Rain pelting down upon your battered face. "Stay there for a while, yes?"

Your brain was too busy trying to make itself work once again for you to utter a reply, never mind going after him to continue the fight.

It wasn't long before your body's instincts took over for you. Feet sliding in the mud as you manoeuvred to your feet, steps heavy as you walked towards the new opening in the side of the base. Bent over slightly, ribs aching terribly from where the blonde had hit you.

Almost collapsing into the side of the opening, holding onto the metal lining it, eyes intent on Thor circling the hammer, as Coulson's voice came through the earpiece hooked up to his radio, the man talking to someone else too, "Wait. I want to see this."

He was smiling as his hand wrapped around the leather handle of the hammer. A satisfied look upon his face. Which quickly fell when he began tugging at the object. Worry and confusion now filled his eyes as he continued to pull, using both hands now, as frustrated grunts poured from him.

The next ten seconds consisted of the same thing until he released it, stepping back, looking down at his palms like he didn't know who he was anymore.

Gazing up into the stormy sky, the man let out an agonised scream, as if someone up there would hear him and his feelings of betrayal. To which he then collapsed onto his knees, brokenly staring at the hammer.

"The dude's distraught, Coulson."

Agreeing with your sentiment, static of a radio sounded before he spoke, "All right, show's over. Ground units, move in."

Hobbling over, you placed a hand upon his wet shoulder, holding him down as others began to cuff his hands behind his back, to make sure he wouldn't suddenly snap and start fighting back.

"You tried," you told him, "Don't feel so bad. You're not the first this has happened to."

With that, the agents dragged him away to a room that could be used as a temporary cell until further notice.