Kalinda watched, seeing that Michael was nervous as he approached, and she knew he was thinking of the team mates he had lost. She wanted to rise, and to wrap him in a hug, of affection and reassurance, but she didn't as he gripped the hammer, and almost seemed to prepare himself. 

She watched as it rose, watched as worry seemed to fade away, if only slightly. She smiled slightly. 

She denied the opportunity to try, shakin her head. Kalinda didn't wish to try. After all, how could one be worthy when the wish to kill was in your heart? She wanted Fury to pay, for everything and revenge didn't seem like a worthy trait. 

"The hammer isn't heavy" she said softly, "more, I think, it's our doubts, fears, and opinions of ourselves that make it heavy" she shrugged "well that was enlightening"