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THOR SAT IN A CHAIR WITH HIS HANDS cuffed behind him, staring forward blankly. At the other end of the holding cell, Agent Coulson.
And you.
"It's not easy to do what you did," Coulson said after a moment. "You made us all look like a bunch of mall cops. That's hurtful."
The agent received no response from the angsty god, just lingering silence as Thor maintained a perfectly blank expression. He saw it pointless - to try and converse with others. In his mind, he had failed, in every sense of the word; he was unworthy.
Even the presence of you was not enough to shake him from his depressive trance, despite his desire to connect with you; he saw no point in trying, because he felt as if he had failed you, too.
"The men you so easily subdued are highly-trained professionals, and in my experience, it takes someone who's received similar training to do what you did to them," Coulson continued taking a few small steps forward, "Would you like to tell me where you received your training?"
Thor sat silently.
Coulson, desperate for some kind of answer from the god, pressed on. "Pakistan? Chechnya? Afghanistan?" A pause. "Then again, you strike me more as the soldier of fortune type. What was it, South Africa?"
Still no answer. With unwavering determination, Coulson leaned in close to Thor and spoke quietly.
"Certain groups pay well for a good mercenary. Especially Hydra." He waited for a reply but yet again, didn't get one. "Who are you?"
The agent knew full well who the man in front of him was. There was no doubt about it. His closeness to The Director allowed him access to top-level information, such as the existence of Asgard. His question to Thor was merely a means to find out the god's intentions.
After a long moment, Thor stopped staring blankly at the concrete wall, and shifted his gaze to you. You locked eye contact with him and the disappointment in his eyes was unmistakable, and so intense that you were forced to look away.
Then, with a slight shake of his head, Thor spoke for the first time since being placed in the holding cell.
"Just a man."
You breathed out shakily, catching Coulson's eye for a second before the agent regained distance from the god and started for the door. Just before he exited the room, he tossed one last bit of information at your cousin.
