A really short story about Steve summoning Mjolnir in the final fight scene.
~TH~
I watch helplessly as Iron Man lays unmoving. I want to get up and help. I really want to, but my body doesn't want to let me.
Thanos and Thor begin to fight. Things seem to be going well until Thor gets pinned by the Mad Titan. Stormbreaker slowly gets pressed deeper and deeper into Thor's chest.
I have to do something. I have to-
Mjolnir. I've lifted him before. All those years ago at the Avengers Tower. When we were a team. I lifted it then but didn't let anyone know.
But was I still worthy? I'd done so much in the last few years. I've lived, stolen, and lived life outside of the law. Would I still be able to lift the hammer?
Thor was struggling. They were losing. I had to do something.
Gathering all my strength, I stand and reach my hand out for Mjolnir. It easily flies to my hand.
Smiling, I send the hammer at Thanos. It knocks him in the shoulder, distracting him from Thor. When the weapon reaches my hand, Thor smiles. "I knew it." I hear him say.
I lunge to attack Thanos.
I am worthy.
~TH~
Like I said, a super short introspective piece.
Let me know what you think :)
This is my favourite scene in all of the MCU, so...
Yeah... I loved this scene!
God bless,
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