I waited outside while Coulson talked to the intruder, meaning that I stood with my ear pressed to the door, eagerly listening to find out more about the mad who had single-handedly broken into a secure SHIELD facility and tossed agents around like dolls. I was curious.
Naturally, the blond man didn't answer any of Coulson's questions. I frowned, stepping away from the wall as he left the room, pretending that I was minding my own business. SHIELD agents were milling about, muttering under their breaths to each other, leaving me out of the loop. Frustrated, I leaned back against the wall.
That was when I heard it. Voices.
I peered through the glass, keeping my body out of sight from the room's occupants. The chair in the middle of the room was occupied by the blond intruder, but a second man stood, back towards me. He was tall and slender with black hair that was slicked back to the base of his neck. He was smartly dressed, unlike his blond counterpart whose jeans, t-shirt, and boots were dirtied from a tussle in the mud.
"Let me explain to Father," the blond man was saying, his voice desperate.
"Father is dead," snapped the black haired figure. I sucked in a gasp. Whatever this conflict was with the hammer, it went beyond just the blond intruder, beyond the black haired man who had somehow managed to infiltrate our base as well. I pressed a finger to my ear piece, summoning Coulson while the two men continued to argue.
"I'm sorry brother," the slick voice of the black haired figure said. "Perhaps if you were to do something while you were here I could present a case for your return."
I didn't need to peer into the room to know that upon hearing those words, hope filled the blue eyes of the blond intruder. "Anything."
"Find her."
"Find who, brother?"
I peeked into the glass, watching as the black haired man paced back and forth. "I know about her," he muttered. "I know she took her, took the blame, and Father sent her here after she died."
My eyebrows furrowed. Whoever she was, he held her close to his heart. So close that with her loss he couldn't speak her name.
"Who told you?" The blond man's voice was full of regret.
"Heimdall. You learn things when you're King."
The blond man nodded knowingly. "Of course I will look," he replied sadly. "For you, brother."
The tall man nodded. "Farewell."
He turned around, his green eyes locking onto my own for a split second. Confusion distorted his sharp, pale features for seconds before he vanished right in front of my eyes.
Before I could act, Coulson stepped past me, entering the room. I followed in suit.
"Goodbye," mumbled the blond man, his eyes downcast.
"Goodbye?" quipped Coulson. "I just got back."
I looked up at the agent knowingly. "I told you he was talking to someone," I cried. "You just missed him. Real tall guy, green eyes, black hair." I froze as I realized that in a way I was describing myself. Sure, I was no giant like the man had been, but I was skinny and long legged with dark hair and the same sharp features and piercing green eyes.
"Not now, Bryn," Coulson muttered to me. My eyebrows furrowed. I was being shut out of the conversation yet again. But the blond man, he only had eyes for me. His own blue eyes were raking over me, taking in my pointed nose, sharp chin, thin lips. At the sound of my name, he raised his eyes to my own, mouthing a word that I couldn't quite make out.
But it looked an awful lot like Brynhild.
