I'm Grant Ward

Chapter 50: The God of Thunder

The environment at the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility was in a state of constant vigilance. Grant and Clint, armed and alert, kept their eyes on the monitoring screens and the surrounding area. Tensions were high, with every member of the security team aware of the importance of the mission and the need to keep the hammer safe.

Suddenly, Clint's headset crackled with an urgent voice.

"Barton, can you hear me?" the voice of the facility's security guard sounded clear and concerned.

"Yes, I can hear you," Clint replied, his voice calm but with a note of tension. "What's going on?"

"We have a problem," the security guard continued. "A very strong blond man has just knocked down some of our agents and is trying to lift the hammer."

The information made Grant's heart race. He looked at Clint, who immediately looked surprised.

"Confirmed," Clint told the security guard. — Are you asking to neutralize the subject?

"Negative," the security guard replied. "Coulson asked to just observe. We don't know exactly what's going on yet."

Grant and Clint exchanged worried glances, both aware that the situation was about to get more complicated. Grant quickly approached Coulson, who was coordinating operations from the control center.

"Coulson, we've had an incident," Grant reported. "A blond man is trying to lift the hammer and has knocked down a few agents."

Coulson, with a focused expression, looked at Grant.

"We received the same information," Coulson said. "Director Fury instructed me to just observe for now. We don't know enough about the subject. We need to understand the situation before we act."

Grant nodded, knowing that any hasty action could result in unintended consequences. They quickly headed to the interrogation room where the blond man was being held.

The interrogation room was austere and secure, equipped with the essentials for obtaining information. The blond man sat at the table, his expression determined and his gaze piercing. Grant and Coulson entered, and the man turned his head to face them.

"Here we are," Coulson said, assuming an authoritative stance. "Let's try to figure out who you are and what you're doing here."

Grant watched closely. The man had an imposing presence, and there was something unmistakably powerful in his posture. It was clear that this was no ordinary adversary. Grant, with his vast experience, began to connect the dots.

"My name is Grant Ward, and this is Phil Coulson." Grant introduced himself directly. "We're here to understand why you tried to lift the hammer and what else you're after."

The blond man, with a deep, firm tone, answered.

"My name is Thor," he said, the seriousness in his voice unmistakable. "The hammer belongs to me."

Grant could hardly believe what he had just heard. In his mind, he recognized that he was standing before the God of Thunder himself, a legendary character from the stories and myths he knew well from his past life. He tried to maintain his composure, but the realization was clear in his eyes.

"Thor?" Grant repeated, trying to process the information. "Are you saying you're the Thor of Norse legend?"

Thor fixed him with a firm but not hostile gaze.

"Yes, I am Thor, son of Odin, and the hammer is my birthright," Thor replied. "I have been banished from my kingdom and I need the hammer to restore my power and position."