Sometimes things are more magical than you know ~ Agents of SHIELD #wattys2015

The Well (41)

"Okay, I have to know. How did you figure me out?" Randolph asked while uncuffing himself.
"Did the math. One: You're not the first Asguardian I've had in custody. You guys don't flinch or panic in captivity. Two: A watterfield forty four? From a lid professor salary? I don't think so. And lastly, when I tell someone I've had some one on one time with an alien, they tend to be a little curious."
"Oh, you're certainly more observant then most, agent Coulson."
"So. You're the asguardian warrior who stayed."
"Please, don't tell anyone," Randolph asked.

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"I had no clue," Fitz said. "Did you?"
Skye, Fitzsimmons and Sanchez were looking at the interrogation from out of the briefing room.
"Hidden in our plane sight, an actual Asguardian. Brilliant."
"How long do you suppose he has been on our planet?" Skye asked.
"A thousand years? Maybe more?" Simmons replied. "If we could just cut him open a little bit, get some tissue samples, maybe some body fluids, we could find out."
"Really Simmons? Cutting him open?" Sanchez said. "There's also something that's called 'asking."
"Why not?" Simmons asked. "He's alien! His body could tell us so much, even more than the man himself!"
"Excuse me?!" Sanchez growled. "That's horrible! What if the Asguardian was your friend? Would you cut him open then?"
"No, but-"
Sanchez shook her head, and left the room.
"Have I... O Fitz, don't tell me I made her upset."
"I guess you did," He murmled.
"I'm sorry Simmons," Skye said. "But you know that Sanchez is very sensitive when it's about supernatural stuff."
May came in, and she could see immediateley that something had happend.
"I think I made Sanchez upset," Simmons said. "But what are you doing?"
"Locking the door," she replied.
Everyone looked at her.
"Coulson his orders."

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"Ah, locking me in. I've been in tighter spots."
May had locked the interrogation room.
"This room is made of a silicone car-bite vibranium alloy. Ment for prisinors like your self," Ward said to Randolph.
"But you're in here too, and eventually, somebody will open that door," Randolp replied.
"Not if I tell them not to," Coulson said.
"So, the myth is your autographic biography," He asked him.
"I didn't write it!" Randolph told them. "I didn't want anyone to know about me! Than I had opened my big mouth."
He sighed.
"Were you captured? Tortured?" Ward asked.
"Horny. I had a french girl, 1546."
He grinned. "She loved stories. So... I told her a good one. All about the peacefull Asguardian warrior, who staid. Now, as I had to know, her brother, the priest, would write it all down, and turn it into-"
He made some weird movements with his hands.
"I don't know. This thing."
"Do you know Thor?" Coulson asked.
"Oh, sure, spent all my days palling around with the future Prince of Asgard. No, I don't know Thor. I was a mason. I broke rocks. For thousands of years. If you can imagine that. So, when they came, asking for people to fight, yes. Course I signed up. I think, really... I just wanted to travel."
"But you had the staf."
"I hated that thing," Randolph said, while shooking his head. "Other guys loved all the power and the rage... But I didn't like it at all. And you don't either, it seems."
"How can I fix it?" Ward asked.
"Your little friend hasn't told you? Weird, she should have told you that you can't. But the staf... It shines a light in your darkest places. Doesn't matter if you're human, or Asguardian, the effect is the same. It is made from a rare metal, and reacts to who ever is holding it. Interacts. I went to such great lengts to make sure that the staf wasn't found. Unfortunately, since the myth has been written down, people have been searching for it, for centuries."
"I need your help to stop them before they get to the last piece of your staf," Coulson said.
"No, I am a passifist now."
"And you don't want to risk your identity being discoverd."
"Listen, I wouldn't worry much about these angry apes. They always calm down. And eventually, they die of old ages. And that is one of the plesant suspects of life here. Everything changes."
"I'll tell you what's going to change," Coulson told him. "Your anonimity. Unless you're gonna help us to find the final piece of your staf. You may not know Thor, but I do."
Randolph made a face. Then, he finally admitted that he had lost the game.
"My first love, on this planet, was Ireland. There was a monestary, and the monks gave me a nice warm place to sleep, some... Soup, and some old wine."
"Near god."