Radioactive | Bucky Barnes

THOR: CHAPTER FOUR

"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 looks back, "Phil?" He stops before entering the room, "Something happened when I tried picking it up with my powers. I saw something in those five minutes that I was dead and I can't remember." 

Phil nodded, in thought. "We'll figure it out, okay?" 

"Okay." 

Rhiley wasn't sure until she saw the ruins on the side of the hammer when the man tried to pick it up. Then something familiar -- a sense -- that she was missing something squeezed her brain. As if it was locked off from her. 

She stepped outside and looked up finding Agent Barton in his usual spot, perched over everything, watching, head on a swivel. 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 far 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 asked, standing. 

"Yeah." 

She looked at Phil, "This may give us something." 

"Maybe." Phil starts to walk off, "Let's see." 

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"This is one of the people from the diner," Rhiley whispered before they entered the security room. 

Phil nodded, indicating he heard, "Donald Black?" 

"He's part of our team." Straight to the point. 

"You have dangerous coworkers, Dr. Selvig."

"Troubled, not dangerous." Dr. Selvig explains, "He was distraught when he found out you'd taken all of our research." Rhiley glanced at Phil, "It was years of his life, gone! He got depressed, started drinking, and well, you know the rest." 

"Uh-huh," Phil wasn't buying this, "You mind if we take a moment to verify his identity?" 

"Certainly." 

One of the techie's nearby runs his name through the computer. "You can understand how a man could go off like that. I mean, a big, faceless organization like yours, coming in with their jackbooted thugs and stealing property?" 

"Yeah." Rhiley didn't mean to say that out loud. Dr. Selvig looked over at her. 

"That doesn't explain how he managed to tear through our security and throw one of our strongest Agents as a ragdoll." 

"Steroid." Selvig answered, "He's a bit of a fitness nut." 

The Techie's monitor shows a DMV record from the State of New York, "Dr. Donald Blake" Rhiley read, looking at the picture of the man locked up in their custody. "He's an MD?"