Radioactive | Bucky Barnes

THOR: CHAPTER SIX

Rhiley doesn't offer to help clean up when she gets back with Thor. Instead, she kept her distance, checking her phone every few minutes waiting for Phil to call her back. She didn't like being in this lab. 

A booming voice alerted everyone. Especially, Rhiley who instantly threw the nearest metal object towards the voice. Only for the man to grab it, "Found you!" He didn't seem phased by the object now in his hands. 

Darcy's wide eyes looked over at Jane, "Did you know she could throw things with her mind!" 

Jane didn't know where to look, at the newcomers or at Rhiley and the new information she had gathered about the Agent. 

"My friends!" 

Jane had dropped a plate, shattering it across the floor. Meanwhile, Thor happily raced towards his 'friends' and greeted them. 

"I don't believe it." Selvig was in disbelief. 

"Who are they?" Asked Darcy who kept glancing back at Rhiley. 

"Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. Surely you've heard tales of Hogun the Grim, Fandral the Dashing, and I, Volstagg the Svelte?" He catches Selvig looking at his massive gut, "Well, perhaps I've put on a little more muscle since I was here last-" 

"That would have been a thousand years ago? Northern Europe?" Jane comments. 

"Yes! Exactly!" Volstagg seemed excited, "Those lovely herring people. They worshipped us!" Thor grins and lays a hand on Volstagg's shoulder. 

"My friends, I've never been happier to see anyone." Thor tells them, "But you should not have come." 

Fandral turned to Thor, "We're here to take you home." 

"You know I can't." Thor retorts, "My father is dead because of me. I must remain in exile." 

Sif looked confused, "Thor, your father still lives." 

"Was somebody else coming?" Darcy asked, grabbing everyone's attention to a storm on the horizon. 

Rhiley pulled out her phone to find she didn't have a signal. 

Townspeople fill the streets, staring at the firefight in the distance. 

Thor turned to look at Jane, "Leave this town now. Get yourself and your friends to safety." 

Jane didn't budge, "What about you?" 

"I must stay and fight." Thor looked over at his friends, "I'm still a warrior, and I will fight by your side." 

"You're but a mortal now." Volstagg reminded the God of Thunder, "You'll get yourself killed." 

"Or one of us," Fandral adds, "Trying to protect you." 

Sif walked up to Thor, "The best thing you can do is get the mortals to safety and leave the battle to us." 

It took Thor a moment to register, he looked at the townsfolk around them, all oblivious to the oncoming threat. He turned to Thor, "You're right." Then he looked at Rhiley, "You are a warrior, you will help my friends." 

Rhiley registered the demand -- the favor. "Of course." 

Sif looked Rhiley up and down, "Is she not mortal, too?" 

"She threw something with her mind." Volstagg reminded them, "She could be of use." 

"Do you have a weapon?" Sif asked, looking at the woman. 

Rhiley raised her hands and shrugged, "I prefer my hands." and tapped her temples, "And this." 

Thor turns to Jane, Selvig, and Darcy. "Help me clear the streets. I'll let none of these people die this day."