"The age of miracles," Thalia Mars repeated, meeting Baron Strucker's gaze as he turned to look at her. "I think that sounds too optimistic, Strucker."
"Indeed," Isaac Conner agreed.
"But it is correct, is it not?" Strucker asked. He gestured to the glass panels behind him, which contained the living test subjects from his experiments. "An age of the impossible. The two of you are only the beginning."
Mars and Conner exchanged a look before glancing back at the three cells containing the test subjects, all in basic plain blue hospital clothes. The cells for the moment contained them, even with them being enhanced, but Mars didn't know how long they would be kept in there.
One of them kept running, smashing into the sides of the cell. When he moved, his body blurred into lines of greyish-blue, only solidifying when he hit the wall. The other one, his sister, sat cross-legged on the tiled floor, twisting her fingers in odd ways and manipulating the red tendrils that filled her cell, using them to levitate wooden blocks and crush them against each other. Already, she showed a good deal of control.
The twins, Strucker called them, subjects of the experiments with the Asgardian's scepter. Mars was skeptical about all of this. Although she and Connor had both been enhanced by the mysterious power of the scepter, it had been to make them superior investigative agents. Hence the phrase "super-agent." Further enhancement had been accidental, a result of being within range of the Photon Guard's blast. But this, what Strucker was doing...this was witchcraft, not science.
"Well, if they can help keep the cause alive," Connor said, in response to Mars' raised eyebrow. "How do you figure they'll fit into the hierarchy, Strucker?"
Strucker gave a smile that Mars immediately disliked. "That's just it, Connor." He gestured proudly to the cells, looking from the silvery speedster to the scarlet manipulator, and finally to the last cell, holding the last experiment. "These are miracles. They do not fit into your hierarchy."
Mars followed Strucker's gaze to the last volunteer, the one standing with his back to them. He was a tall, broad fellow, with scars lacing up the back of his neck. He didn't move, but Mars felt the hairs on the back of her neck go up just as the HYDRA scientist finished speaking.
"They will make their own hierarchy."
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Special Agent 2: The Dark Soldier
FanfictionThings have changed since Loki was assigned to work for Agent Gibbs. NCIS now plays a bigger role in the world of counterterrorism and intelligence, while Loki has assumed his place beside his brother Thor as a protector of the Nine Realms. And, lik...
