"Did you get anything?" Phil asked the moment Rhiley exited the room.
She stood next to him and shrugged. "We bonded."
"I feel like I shouldn't have to tell you this, but please don't bond with prisoners," Phil sighed. "I'm going back in. Can you go sit with the hammer?"
"Babysit the hammer?"
"Yes."
Rhiley glanced back. "Phil?" He stopped just before entering the room. "Something happened when I tried picking it up with my powers. I saw something... in those five minutes, I was dead. But I can't remember."
Phil nodded thoughtfully. "We'll figure it out, okay?"
"Okay."
She wasn't sure—until she saw the runes on the side of the hammer when the man had tried to lift it. Then, something clicked. A sensation—like a pressure—squeezed her brain, telling her something was missing. Locked away.
Outside, she looked up and found Agent Barton perched in his usual spot, always watching. Always alert.
He knew what he was doing.
Rhiley looked down at the hammer.
She didn't.
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"Anything?" Rhiley asked when Phil found her sitting a good distance away from the hammer in a fold-up chair.
"Nothing."
"Sir," one of the Agents approached Phil. "He's got a visitor."
"The prisoner?" Rhiley stood up.
"Yeah."
She looked at Phil. "This might give us something."
"Maybe," he said, already moving. "Let's see."
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"This is one of the people from the diner," Rhiley whispered as they neared the security room.
Phil nodded. "Donald Black?"
"He's part of our team," Dr. Selvig said as they entered. Straight to the point.
"You have dangerous coworkers, Dr. Selvig."
"Troubled, not dangerous," Selvig replied. "He was distraught when he found out you'd taken our research. It was years of his life—gone. He got depressed, started drinking... and, well, you know the rest."
"Uh-huh," Phil wasn't buying it. "Mind if we verify his identity?"
"Certainly."
A nearby techie began the process.
"You can understand how a man could go off like that. A big, faceless organization like yours, coming in with jackbooted thugs and stealing property?" Selvig said.
"Yeah," Rhiley muttered, unintentionally.
Selvig glanced at her.
"That doesn't explain how he tore through our security and tossed one of our strongest agents like a ragdoll."
"Steroids," Selvig answered quickly. "He's a bit of a fitness nut."
The techie's monitor lit up. "Dr. Donald Blake," Rhiley read. A DMV record from New York. She stared at the photo. "He's an MD?"
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Radioactive | Bucky Barnes
Fanfiction"I want to go back to the time you first told me your name." Rhiley, the twin sister of Howard Stark, finds herself wrapped up with the one and only James Barnes. The next time she sees him is on her new assignment with the 107th Infantry Regiment...
