[h2][center]Tarene[/center][/h2]

Stark Tower's security knew better than to confront her when she returned. It had taken a unite of SHIELD's elite soldiers, a helicopter armed to the teeth pointing a chaingun at her face, and a magic-weilding God of Legend to subdue her last time. Even that had failed of course, she'd surrendered and then fled and they hadn't stopped her then. 

Fury likely suspected she'd return to Stark towers, that was where Mjolnir was, since no one was going to pick it up while she was gone, of course she had a backup plan if [i]this[/i] plan didn't work, Sif's greatsword was strapped across her back, Sif had died during Ragnarok, she wouldn't miss it. Tarene was a hammer-girl truth be told, but she'd make do well enough with the sword in Mjolnir's stead.

Guards didn't just part when they saw her from several feet away, they dove out of the way and she encountered zero resistance. She hoped Tony wouldn't punish them, they were only human and they were afraid, rightly so, she could crush them even without her hammer. He seemed decent enough, at least ... she felt maybe she could assume that much, he'd taken a beating to protect his colleagues, she had to admit his bravery was nothing if not admirable. 

Finally she reached the floor where they'd fought, the ceiling-to-floor pane of glass was shattered and debris still littered the floor. No one had touched the scene since the fight. Mjolnir stood in the same place she'd left it, the floor beneath it scorched black with forks of lightning.

[b]"Think you'll be able to lift it?"[/b] 
Her gaze darted to the source of the voice. 
[b]"You're one of SHIELD's agents ... I recognise you."[/b]  she narrowed her eyes trying to recall a name. [b]"Son of Coul ... Fury sent you."[/b]
He offered an apologetic smile, he likely knew she wasn't fond of being followed. 
[b]"You're a dangerous fugitive on the run, we have to watch you, in truth, no one knew where you went, you ran pretty fast, but a criminal always returns to the scene of a crime, or so the saying goes."[/b]
[b]"You think me a common criminal?"[/b]
[b]"You are by no means common Tarene."[/b] he replied pointedly.
[b]"I cannot hear her calling me anymore."[/b] her gaze returned to Mjolnir.
[b]"Who?"[/b] 
[b]"The hammer ... Mjolnir, I do not hear her. I fear I am unworthy."[/b]
Tarene felt a profound sadness wash over her, for a fraction of a second during the battle before she let go of the hammer, it suddenly felt heavier than ever before ... yet she had [i]still[/i] been worthy before she let it slip through her fingers. She could still be worthy now, she just had to try.
[b]"Son of Coul, come with me."[/b] she said, turning on her heels  to walk in his direction toward the door. 
[b]"Where are you going?"[/b] he asked, struggling to fall into step with her long strides ... he had been told to keep an eye on her and she seemed to be calm now so it was worth a try.
[b]"I'm going to get something to drink."[/b]

[hider=Happy New Year]
LET THE PARTY BEGIN!!! Tarene is going to get drunk on Coulson's tab. 
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