Cierra's POV

Thor sat Mjonir down on the coffee table and sat down next to Cap with a drink in his hand.

"So, 'thee who be worthy shall have the pow--' whatever, man." Hawkeye said, twirling one of my drum sticks in his hand. "It's a trick." He handed the stick back to me and I shoved it in my backpack.

"Oh, it is much more than that, my friend." Thor said, clinking his glass against Cap's beer bottle.

Tony got up from his spot and walked around the table, eyeing the hammer.

"So, if I'm able to lift the hammer I'm officially able to rule Asgard?" He asked.

'Tony, you're crazy.' I thought.

"Pretty much." Thor said.

"That would be cool but crazy." Tony put the loop around his wrist and started to lift up on the hammer, but it didn't budge.

"I'll be right back." He said after a third try.

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This time he was wearing his Iron Man armor glove. Tony grabbed the handle again and started to pull. He turned when the first time didn't work and pulled again, this time his repulsors were pushing, too. Nothing worked.

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Cap started to lift, the hammer moved slightly, but nothing else. Thor frowned a little when the hammer moved, but lightened up when Cap gave up on it. "Yeah, no. This ain't gonna work out." He said, sitting back down next to Thor. Bruce motioned to Nat (Natasha) as if to ask if she wanted to try.

"Oh, no. That's a question I don't need to answer to." She said, lifting the beer bottle up to her lips.

"Why don't you try, Sea?" Clint (Hawkeye) asked, patting my shoulder.

"What?" I asked. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, we're just messing around." Tony said. "Give it a try."

Everybody started asking me to try in their own way, and after a while I finally got up from my spot and walked around to the hammer. I put the strap on my wrist and stared to pull. You could see my muscles pushing to try and lift it in my arms, but it didn't move. "I'm not gonna try anymore," I said jokingly. I sat back down next to Clint on the couch and took a sip of my root beer.

"It was a good try, Cierra." Clint said, ruffling my hair.

"So, I guess whoever's carrying Thor's fingerprints can rule Asgard." Tony said.

"An interesting theory," Thor said, getting up and walking around to the hammer, "but I have a simpler one;" He picked up the hammer and tossed it in the air as if it was a feather, "you all are not worthy."

I started to laugh. I got up and set my glass on the counter behind the couch and started to walk back to the couch, but I stopped when a ear-piercing pitch rang through my ear, alerting the others.

They all heard it, too.

They all stood up to look. A robot straggled out from another room and was really slow. He looked creepy, as if out of a horror movie. Clint got up and walked around the couch slowly.

"How could you be worthy?" The robot asked.

Clint pulled me into him and had an arm over me, holding me close. I was scared. I let myself lean in and held onto his hand.

"You're all puppets, t-tangled in strings..." He picked up the drone laying on the floor and looked at it.

"Strings..."

He crushed its head and threw the drone on the floor.

I buried my face in Clint's jacket.

Who the Hell is that... thing?