The Worth of the World

The sleek black car caught people's attention immediately. The paint job had yet to be ruined by the large amount of dust and pebbles that was often thrown up by vehicles. The rims reflected the bright midday sun- so bright they blinded whoever looked. The windows were a dark tint- as dark as it could legally be. Inside they could see the light outline of two men. The car drove through the centre of the small town and everyone watched as it headed down the road to the Trentsons farm.

The farm had a long drive but it was clear to see where everybody had headed. A large group of about 30 people-young and old- gathered around parked cars while five daring ones began forward into the large mass of metal that had crashed into the farmland. They all instantly looked up at the sound of the car approaching and scowled.

"'Course the feds had to stick their nose in it," one muttered to his friends who nodded in agreement.

"My cousin down in New Mexico said that after a satellite crashed, the feds came, and then a robot levelled the town," the other said.

They all fell silent as two men came out. Both wore black suits, sunglasses, hip holsters and had badges on their belts. They still managed to look different though. One was tall, about 6'3 with black hair that was neither messy or neat, a nice tan, and he wore ray bans, not your typical fed sunglasses. The other one though was about 5'11 with sandy blonde hair, slightly tanned skin, and purple tinted glasses. The blonde one had a rather stoic look about him, while the black haired one seemed slightly more approachable.

"Which one of you is Richard Trentson?" The black haired one asked as he removed his sunglasses and tucked them into his breast pocket. His eyes were a stunning green that seemed to be able to stare right through you.

"That'd be me," a middle aged man came out of the group of men, "and you are?"

"I'm Agent Jackson-" the black haired one pulled out a badge and showed it to the man, "-and this is Agent Barton-" the blonde haired one showed a badge as well, "-of SHIELD."

"I ain't ever heard of a SHIELD," Mr Trentson squinted at the badge.

"Not many people have," Agent Barton said as he tucked his badge away, "we need everyone to leave this area immediately. This is now federal land."

"You can't just take his land off him," someone called from the crowd.

Agent Jackson pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, "we're just renting it for the moment. This will more than compensate."

The man looked at the amount of money. It was more than enough. He nodded his head and turned towards everybody.

"Right, clear out, give the good gentlemen what they want," Mr Trentson said.

"You just gonna throw away your land like that?" one of the women asked.

"They're just renting it," the man smiled at the crowd, "I'll have it back in good time, won't I fellas?"

"Of course, sir," the black haired man sent him a smile, "it'll just be this hectare."

People cleared out after that. The very happy farmer got into his banged up pickup truck and drove away quickly towards the farm house that could just be spotted on the rise. Once everyone had cleared out Clint Barton and Percy Jackson started walking towards the large amount of debris.

"This can't be a satellite crash," Percy stared at the twisted heap of metal.

"If it was, the FBI would be taking care of it," Clint entered the heap, "its throwing off signals like a satellite though."

"Maybe Stark tried to build his own rocket ship," Percy said sarcastically as he too entered the mess of metal.

"Wouldn't put it past him," Clint veered off the left, "can you feel that?"

Percy stopped for a moment. He could feel the hum of something. It was like someone had decided to turn on a large machine. Percy began walking forward again and felt the hum become stronger. He climbed over a rather large sheet of metal and landed on the other side. When he saw what rested in the dirt though, he called out to Clint.

"That isn't good," Clint said with a slight frown.

"You don't suppose he just decided to leave it he, do you?" Percy asked truthfully. He knelt in the dirt and gazed at the hammer of Thor. His brow furrowed as he gazed at it, "look. It's moving."

Clint knelt down as well and touched the hammer. He could feel the vibrations running off it in waves; "it didn't do this in New Mexico."

"Maybe he's trying to call it," Percy mused, "but it's not going to him."

Clint stood up and brushed off his hands, "call it in. We can't have towns people seeing it."

"If Thor calls it back after one day Fury will get mad," Percy crossed his arms over his chest.

"Thor takes this thing to dinner," Clint huffed, "he wouldn't leave it in a field in Texas."

"I'll call it in,"

I was like 'yay! A break from Fanfiction' but then I realised they I couldn't write more chapters in preparation without getting peoples opinion on the prior chapter… As in The Demigod Chapter this is just a precursor to the whole story.

Just a quick rundown of Thor characters for those who haven't seen the movie (a couple of you mentioned that beforehand).

Jane Foster: Physicist, love interest of Thor. Intelligent, work focused, determined.
Darcy Lewis: Majored in political science, became a research assistant for Jane Foster. Quirky, smart, observant.
Sif: Only female warrior in Asgard, close friend of Thor, has feelings for Thor.
Warriors Three: Fandral, Volstagg, Hogun, fighting companions of Sif and Thor (Lady Sif and the Warriors Three).

Also! I'm now doing prompts (preferably crossover or Avengers- I know a lot of TV show/Books/Movies). So message me with anything you'd like to me write (I'd really appreciate it!)