𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄 ━ loki laufeyson¹·¹

5│HAIL TO THE KING

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❛ ᴇᴛᴏɪʟᴇ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ʜᴀɪʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ ꒱


❝ IT IS THE HEART
THAT MATTERS MOST,
AND YOURS IS TRUE ❞

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M I D G A R D

Ever since the disappearance of her best friends, Steve Rogers and James 'Bucky' Barnes in the 1940s, Rose had made it her mission to be someone who specialized in finding people. While it was extremely difficult to track down people who were assumed dead over a century ago, the trail having gone cold a hundred times over, it was a piece of cake for her to locate the average citizen. Unfortunately for Jane Foster, this meant that her life's work was now in S.H.I.E.L.D's hands.

The young woman ran into Smith Motors at the sight of unfamiliar people crawling all over the building. There was both panic and outrage as she demanded from no one in particular, "what the hell is going on here?"

In his customarily unflustered way, Phil addressed her rising voice calmly. "Ms. Foster, I'm Agent Coulson with S.H.I.E.L.D. This is Agent Daly, my coworker."

"Is that supposed to mean something to me? You can't do this!"

Rose watched the older man run up to her and quickly take her arm. "Jane! Jane, this is a lot more serious than you realize. Let it go."

Jane shook him off as she glared at the agents. "Let it go? This is my life."

"We're investigating a security threat," Rose informed her, echoing her colleague's formal tone. "I understand that this must be very frustrating for you, but I assure you we would not be doing this without due cause. We need to appropriate your records and all your atmospheric data."

Her attempt at diplomacy was met with a scowl. "Oh, this is so beyond frustrating," she seethed through gritted teeth. Jane's eyes tracked the agents as they commandeered her belongings. "By 'appropriate,' do you mean steal?"

They had walked over to one of the waiting cars with its back open so the containers could be loaded into it. She tried to reach for her things, but the nearby agent put out a firm arm to keep her away. Phil reached into his suit pocket and pulled out some cash. "Here, this should more than compensate you for your trouble."

She took it with a scoff, looking at the money as if it had personally offended her. "I can't just buy replacements at Radio Shack, I made most of this equipment myself!"

Agent Coulson only shrugged. "Then I'm sure you can do it again."

"And I'm sure I can sue you for violating my constitutional rights!"

If they had met under different circumstances, Rose would have appreciated the other woman's fire-y attitude. As it was, she could only offer her a polite smile. "I'm sorry Ms. Foster, but we're the good guys."

"So are we!" she snapped. "I'm on the verge of understanding something extraordinary and everything I know about this phenomenon is either in this lab or in this book, and you can't just take this away. . . Hey!"

This last part was aimed at the agent who had grabbed the black notebook out of her hands. She lunged after it, causing him push her back roughly. The older man came to her defense and put his arm protectively around her. "Jane! Easy! Easy. Jane. . ."

As they finished up their search, Phil gave her a nod. "Thank you for your cooperation."

Rose slid into the front passenger's seat (Phil had been very clear that she would no longer be driving— some would say that she had a need for speed that put her on cops' radar) and slipped one earbud into her ear. She turned on the iPod and scrolled through the list of songs.