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[center][color=FF6347]"I wasn't [sup][sub]exactly honest[/sub][/sup] [sup][sub][sup]with you[/sup][/sub][/sup] [sup][sub][sup][sub]about Thor,[/sub][/sup][/sub][/sup] [sub][sub][sup][sup]in the facility[/sup][/sup][/sub][/sub] [sub][sub][sup][sup][sup]there is[/sup][/sup][/sup][/sub][/sub] [sub][sub][sub][sup][sup][sup]the axe.[/sup][/sup][/sup][/sub][/sub][/sub]"[/color][/center]

As Jackie let out a soft, relaxed breath, her entire body went limp, and Sif lowered Jackie's head down gently. As she did so with her free hand, she pulled off her cloak, placing the furs underneath the woman's head, cushioning it against the cold floor. She smiled softly before looking up at Helen. Their eyes locking as they met, a shiver of recognition travelled Sif's body as she met those emerald green eyes. Sif was about to ask the woman if they had met before, the knawing sensation of recognition clawing at the back of her brain like an itch she couldn't quite scratch. When the woman at the door cleared her throat loudly, drawing attention back to her. 

Sif allowed her eyes to travel over her. She was clearly some kind of warrior, like the others who had shot Jackie. That said, the garb was different. It appeared to be more functional, with a sleeker design. Rather than some form of flag on her shoulder, there was the crest of some form of bird. From the head shape, either some kind of hawk or an eagle. The edges of the eagle were lined with green against the black. Much of her outfit actually appeared to have green highlights. Everything except for the weapon that was pointed directly towards Sif.

[color=20B2AA]"Okay, now disarm and step back so I can call for help."[/color]

Sif stood up and stepped away from Jackie; however, her hand never moved to the hilt of her sword. Her hand stayed loosely by her side, in an open palm. [color=red]"Farther aide will not be necessary, and as I said to those who wounded Jackie. I will not disarm. You mortals have already proved to be willing to wound first, and ask questions later."[/color] 

Roz looked to Helen for help, who merely shrugged as she returned her attention to gently stroking Jackies forehead. Not seeing any other recourse, and the magical giant lady [i]had[/i] saved the life of someone shot at by the police Roz did the only thing she could do, she holstered her pistol and moved over to Jackie for a cursory examination. Breathing, heart rate, and all appeared good. From what a basic glance could make out, there had been no wound at all. It was as if the bullet had never hit her, but for the blood-stained clothes. Roz held a hand over where the wound should have been, and then looked up at Sif who stood there watching her suspiciously. 

[color=20B2AA]"My name is Agent Rosalind Solomon, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Who are you, and where did you come from?"[/color]

Sif stood to her full height, hand resting on the hilt of her sword. [color=red]"I am Lady Sif, of Asgard, and I have come in search of Thor."[/color]

This 'Rosalind' merely raised an eyebrow, again with this response of not knowing who Thor was, or perhaps it was Asgard or her title that was confusing. When Sif had last been to Midgard, she had just been a humble Goddess. Now she was a great warrior; she liked to think one of the finest in Asgard, though there would be many who would attempt to dispute her claim. [color=red]"He left Asgard years ago, with word that forces of a great evil were trying to amass more power. After all this time, he has called for aid, and I have come to rejoin his side."[/color]

[color=20B2AA]"That's a lot-"[/color] Roz shook her head. [color=20B2AA]"-thats a lot to process, are you talking about Thor, the Norse God of Thunder?"[/color]

Sif nodded, finally pleased that she was getting somewhere. [color=red]"Aye-"[/color] Before Sif could respond further, the entire room exploded. Roz and Helen threw themselves ontop of Jackie as debris from the far wall went flying through the room. Sif spun on her heel towards the wall as it tore apart, right hand pulling her sword from its sheath. The Asgardian blade sliced effortlessly through what had once been a cabinet full of various herbs and tonics. 

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The Red Armoured troll roared as he tore through the wall, and he didn't stop to assess the damage. Barreling straight towards Rosalind and Helen, there was a succession of six bangs as Rosalind let loose a volley of shots from his weapon. The projectiles bounce harmlessly off the creature's armour. As he careered straight for them, Sif felt her entire body coil like a spring as she pushed off the ground; she could feel the floor crack slightly under her feet from the power of her stride as she careered into him. Leading with her shoulder. Sif felt as if she had tried to tackle an immovable object. Twisting with the momentum, she brought herself up, sliding on her feet as the behemoth stumbled slightly and looked at her with a look of utter contempt upon his face.

[color=Indianred]"You think you're tough, you think you can stop me?!"[/color] He ran towards her, swinging one of his massive fists, to which she ducked and dodged beneath. Bobbing and weaving as the next fist came careering directly for her face. [color=Indianred]"Think you can do it all do you? What makes you think you can stop me?"[/color] Sif spun her blade in her good hand as she turned, with a mighty [i]clang[/i] it bounced off his armour without leaving anything more than a scratch. Her shock delayed her, causing her to hesitate as a giant fist collided with her and sent her flying through the window of the shop. As she picked herself up off the street, she never even noticed the fact it was quiet, and there was nobody else around.

All she heard was the thudding of heavy feet, the crunching of glass and rubble as the troll climbed out of the recently opened window. [color=indianred]"I'm the Juggernaut, [b]bitch.[/b] Come and have a go, if you think you're hard enough."[/color]

Sif picked up her blade, smiling as he charged at her. She swung high, dove low. Sliding between his legs, slashing at the back of them as he stumbled away. Twisting his giant arms around, he slammed into the ground, but again, she was too fast. The two entered a dance, her strikes despite her Asgardian steel bouncing harmlessly off his skin and armour. Reasoning her to believe that there must have been some kind of enchantment at play. 

Though for all the harmless strikes she landed on the one who had identified himself as the 'Juggernaut' his slow and lumbering frame prevented him from landing a strike back. Given the earlier blow which had completely rattled her, Sif really didn't want to see what a single one of these strikes would do to her. He roared in frustration as he slammed his fist on the ground, knocking her off balance. [color=indianred]"I don't have time for you, [b]Bitch[/b]."[/color] He spat as he picked up a piece of loose road surface from where he had cracked it and threw it at her. 

As she cut through the material neatly, she heard his thunderous footsteps as he powered his way down the street. Her first thought was to simply let him get away, until she started to hear the people scream. He collided with carriages, sending them flying, then she watched as he collided headfirst into a building. Then, back out the other side, slicing down with her sword she allowed her magic to pour into it and open the breach. [color=indianred]"-Huh?"[/color] was all she heard as she braced herself in front of him; however, the force knocked the wind out of her and into a nearby wall. She saw him slow, just barely. Groaning as Sif pushed herself back to her feet she opened a new breach. Once again, stepping out before him, this time ready. Jumping to the side, she sliced, the tip of her blade making contact with his arm. He stumbled, but didn't slow.

Sweat running down her brow, as she did it again, and again. Every time she appeared, she would dodge, duck and wave. Before trying to catch the few pieces of exposed skin with her blade, she nicked and cut him. Small droplets of blood started to form on the parts of skin she had successfully hit several times. The expletives increased in their frequency and pitch. Shouting and swearing as she appeared, and disappeared just as quickly in an attempt to try and keep up with him. Until eventually she misjudged it, in the middle of the street she choked and coughed as his massive fist picked her up, stumbling himself to a halt, he held her high above his head. She could feel the immense pressure pushing down on her throat, as her sword lay dropped, forgotten and abandoned on the ground.

[color=indianred]"I didn't come to fight, you stupid [b]bitch[/b]. You should have just left well enough alone."[/color] He lifted her higher, and she grabbed his wrist uselessly with one hand. Attempting to claw at it, while her other hand reached for her belt. [color=indianred]"I was just sent the Roxxon site, for their secret. I've not been paid to get rid of you, but I'm starting to think I'm going to have to- [b]AAAAAGH![/b]"[/color]

The small blade sliced through the skin of his hand as she forced it down, his hand opening to release her she fell to the floor and rolled, picking up her sword as she did so. He walked towards her, as she pulled herself slowly to her feet, watching him nurse and rub his hand. Sif grimaced, which turned to a smile as it turned to a low rumble in the sky above her. A familiar echo, as the sky dimmed and darkened above her. The wind stopped, and everything turned still before it picked up again from the other direction. Droplets of water started to fall from the sky, leaving small splashes on the ground as the gentle pitter-patter started to increase in tempo and power.

Sif stood once again, picking up her sword, she looked up into the sky and closing her eyes. Allowing the rain to wash over her, cooling her. The old familiar feeling, the sense of security. A smile started crawling across her face.

[color=indianred]"What are you smiling about?"[/color] There was a flash of lightning down the street, and a figure appeared within it. [color=indianred]"What in blazes is going on?"[/color] Sif knew that at the end of things, she could always count on him. He always allowed her to fight her own battles, face her own demons. Yet, Sif could always count on him. Her not-so-silent protector. She had come to Midgard to find him, yet he had found her.

[center][color=Skyblue][b]Thor[/b][/color] had arrived.[/center]