Avengers: New Blood (Peter Parker)/ A.M

5. Hammers and Games

As the hours passed by, all guests left.

Now the only people still in the party were the Avengers, Andria, her aunt, Rhodey and Dr Cho.

They were all gathered around a big coffee table, sitting on armchairs, couches or the floor.

Clint had started a conversation about Thor's hammer and how only Thor was able to lift it.

"But it's a trick," Andria heard Clint saying, as she was sitting between him and Maria on the floor.

"No, no, it's much more than that," Thor said from the other side of the table, giving Captain a beer.

"Whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power," Clint said, making his voice really deep and raising his hands towards the hammer that was placed on the table.

"Whatever, man! It's a trick," he said again, while Thor, Andria and Maria were laughing with his impression.

"Please, be my guest," Thor said, gesturing towards his hammer, gaining Stark and Rhodey's attention, who were previously talking, just like Natasha and Banner did.

"Come on!" He said again, as everyone was waiting to see what would happen.

"Really?" Clint asked.
"Yeah."
"This is gonna be beautiful," Rhodey laughed, as Clint got on his feet and near the hammer, all eyes on him.

"Clint, you've had a tough week. We won't hold it against you if you can't get it up," Stark said and all except for Clint laughed.

"You know I've seen this before, right?" Clint said to Thor, while grabbing the hammer's handle.

"I still don't know how you do it!" He said, laughing, after he failed to raise the hammer.

"Smell the silent judgement?" Stark asked sarcastically.
"Please, Stark, by all means," Clint said, getting back next to Andria who tapped his back sympathetically, but actually to mock him.
"Not you too!" Clint turned to her, as she just laughed.

"Never one to shrink from an honest challenge," Stark said, getting up and in front of the hammer.

"Get after it!" Captain said mockingly, as Stark grabbed the handle.

"It's physics," Stark said again.
"Physics," Banner repeated sarcastically.
"Right, so, if I lift it, I then rule Asgard?" Stark turned to Thor who had a serious look on his face, trying not to laugh.
"Yes, of course."

"I will be reinstituting prima nocta," Stark said sarcastically, grabbing the handle with both hands and placing one foot on the table.

"I'll be right back," he said, letting go of the hammer's handle and walking to another room, when he unsuccessfully tried to raise the hammer.

Getting back in the room, he had his Iron Man's arm on his right hand.

Trying again, he failed and then Rhodey wore his own War Machine's arm and grabbed the handle too, helping him.

"Are you even pulling?" He asked.
"Are you on my team?" Stark responded, as both of them had beads of sweat on their foreheads.
"Just represent. Pull."
"Alright, let's go," Stark said, but they both failed and Banner tried next.

Having both hands on the handle and both feet on the table, he pulled with all his strength.

Failing, he fell backwards stumbling and making weird Hulk-like noises, waving his hands in the air.

He finally stopped, noticing that everyone was looking at him either with an awkward smile or frowning with confusion.

"Uh?" He kind of asked, sitting back with an ashamed look on his face.

"Go ahead, Steve, no pressure," Clint said, as Captain got up and grabbed the handle with both hands.

"Come on, Cap!" Stark said.

As he pulled, the hammer moved a bit, but no one except for Thor and Andria saw it.

As Captain sat back down, Thor laughed awkwardly.

"Nothing," he said, while Andria was looking at him, raising her eyebrows in a questioning way.

Once he saw her looking at him like that, he smiled coyly, begging her with his eyes not to say anything.

Andria just rolled her eyes, laughing with his worried face, as she had no intention of saying anything.

"And, Widow?" Stark said, as everyone turned to Natasha.

"Oh, no, no. That's not a question I need answered," she said, laying back with her beer in hand.

"Kid, you wanna try?" Stark turned to Andria.

"Believe me, there are plenty of things I can do, but I'm sure this is not one of them!"

"Speaking of which, what can you do?" Steve asked.

"Oh, let me give you a clue. We gave her a code name: Ace! You know why? Because she's the best at everything!" Clint said, laughing.

"I think you're overreacting--"
"Oh, no. He's not. You're just fourteen and use guns and blades better than everyone who used to work for S.H.I.E.L.D. You specialise in throwing knives, daggers, pretty much whatever has to do with blades and staves. She has mastered three armed martial arts: Silat, Eskrima and Bojutsu. Plus, six unarmed martial arts!" Natasha cut Andria off.

"Six martial arts?" Rhodey asked, impressed.
"Yep. Kick Boxing, Muay Thai, Brazilian jiu-jitsu, Emerson Combat Systems, Judo and her favourite, Capoeira," Maria named all six of them.

"Don't forget the three armed," Stark joked, but clearly impressed.

"That's really impressive!" Thor said with honesty.

"Yeah, thanks," Andria mattered.

She didn't really like to talk about her abilities, but she was proud of herself nevertheless.

"Well, all deference to the Man Who Wouldn't Be King, but it's rigged," Stark said, changing the subject.

"You bet your ass," Clint tapped Stark's shoulder, as Maria turned to Captain.

"Steve, he said a bad language word."
"Did you tell everyone about that?" Steve turned to Stark, but he already talked to Thor.

"The handle's imprinted, right? Like a security code," Stark said.

"Oh, sure, exactly like that! Whosoever is carrying Thor's fingerprints, being the literal translation," Andria said sarcastically, taking a sip of her drink.

"Remind me again. When did she become so sassy?" Stark turned to Maria, who shrugged her shoulders.
"I guess she was born this way."

"About the hammer. That's a very, very interesting theory. I have a simpler one. You're all not worthy," Thor said, getting on his feet and raising his hammer.

The room filled with the others' complaints, before an earsplitting sound echoed.