Captain

Scrapped Storylines and Bloopers #3

Classification: Book Two Lost Chapter

Explanation: This scrapped storyline takes place about a month after the last one. Set during the party scene during Age of Ultron. There is not much to this one but I just love this scene so much I had to add it. Also, it's a lot less depressing than the last one.

May 2015

AGE OF ULTRON

All of Tony's guests had left, so we all settled down, drinking, laughing, and really relaxing.

"So how does it work," Clint asked pointing to mjolnir, Thor's hammer. "Is it like, whosoever be worthy shall haveth the power," Clint shook his hands in the direction of the hammer speaking in a deep tone. "Whatever, it's a trick, man," he shouted playfully.

"Be my guest," Thor gestured to the hammer that was sitting on the glass coffee table. Everyone turned their attention to Barton, he couldn't back out now.

"Really?" He asked as he stood up walking confidently over to the hammer.

"We won't blame you if you can't lift it, Barton, we know you've had a rough week," said Tony in an almost mocking tone.

"I've seen this before, you know. Remember," Clint asked Thor but I was not quite sure what he meant.

"I do but look at me now," Thor remarked ready to see if Hawkeye was worthy. Clint grabbed the handle, and though he tried quite hard, he could not lift the hammer. He was not worthy.

'Who's next," boomed Thor. I think he liked seeing us fail, it made him feel better about himself. I looked around the room, eyes landing on Tony who was up for the challenge.

"Uh-oh, Thor I think Stark wants to try," I smirked playfully.

"I'm never one to back down from an honest challenge," Tony strutted up to the table on a high horse. "It's physics," he pulled his hand through the loop attached to the handle, "So Thor if I lift the hammer I then rule all of Asgard," Tony inquired rolling up his sleeves.

"Yes, of course," Thor smirked leaning back in the couch ready for the show. He too failed, even with the help of Rhodey neither of them could lift the hammer. Then we watched Bruce have a go at it, he tried to bring out the Hulk to little success.

"Come on Rogers, no pressure," Tony egged on as Steve stood up while rolling up his sleeves giving Thor a competitive smirk.

"You got this hon," I cheered from the couch next to Thor.

"Just wait, (y/n) you're next," chuckled Natasha. Steve grabbed the hammer causing it to squeak on the glass. I turned to Thor wide-eyed to confirm what I thought I had just seen. Thor too had wide-eyed expression, but it quickly disappeared into a cautious smile when Steve threw up his hands in defeat.

"Haha, nothing," Thor forced out a laugh as Steve sat down next to me.

"You're turn (y/n)," he smiled. Reluctantly I got up and stood in front of the hammer.

"Will the other Rogers be worthy," Tony questioned in a funny tone.

"Shut up Tony," I said as I grabbed the handle with both hand, but before I tried to lift it I let go and went back to my seat.

"What? (Y/n) get back up there, I really wanted to see you try," Tony wined.

"I think we should leave Mjolnir to Thor," I patted Thor's knee with a smile.

"Cap I think you and (y/n) need to take a break. You're rubbing off on her," Tony shook his head.

"I can't just take a break from my wife," Steve replied.

"(Y/n) is right. You all should leave the hammer to me," Thor sat a little straighter.

"Nat surely you'll try," Clint nudged her a bit.

"No," she shook her head, "That's not a question I need answered." Honestly next to Steve, I think she would be the most worthy. She's done some terrible things but she turned her life around now striving to make herself better every day.

"The handles imprinted right," Tony wanted a more logical reason to why nobody could lift the hammer.

"That's an interesting theory but there is a much simpler answer. You are all not worthy," replied Thor causing everyone to get mildly offended. Then a high pitched sound, almost like a dog whistle, stunned us all. We shook our heads looking around to see what on earth made that noise.

"Worthy," the drawn out word came from a rough looking Iron legion bot that was tangled in cords and leaking oil all over the floor. "No, how could you be worthy? You're all killers!" The bot sighed harshly waving it's mangled arm in the air.

"Tony," said Steve who stayed staring at the bot but was looking for answers.