Chapter 17

POV Agent Barton (Hawkeye, greatest golfer in the world, and loving family man.)

From the vantage point of the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicopter, Agent Barton, also known as Hawkeye, peered out through the window at the curious scene below. Beside him, Phil Coulson, the unflappable agent, stared out as well, his brow furrowed in concentration.

"What the heck is going on down there?" Hawkeye muttered, his keen eyes narrowing as he observed the chaotic scene.

Coulson sighed, a mix of frustration and bemusement in his voice. "It's another one of those inexplicable situations, Barton."

Hawkeye shook his head, his gaze fixated on the gathering crowd around the massive crater. "People just can't resist a good mystery, can they?"

Coulson glanced at him, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Well, that's one way to put it. But we've got a job to do here."

As the helicopter descended, Hawkeye's attention was drawn to a figure in the distance, watching over the site with an air of calm authority. Vega, the international superhero, stood sentinel, his black suit and red cape a stark contrast against the New Mexico landscape. Hawkeye had heard about him—the young powerhouse who had taken down Hydra—but seeing him in action was an entirely different experience.

"We've got Vega on site," Coulson noted, his tone indicating that this was more than just a casual observation.

Hawkeye nodded, his eyes shifting to the scene below. "Yeah, that kid's got some serious skills."

The helicopter landed, and as Hawkeye and Coulson disembarked, their attention was drawn to the crater where the mysterious object had landed. Civilians were scattered around, some attempting to pull the object out with ropes and makeshift tools. It was a puzzling sight, and Hawkeye couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"We've got to secure the area and figure out what the heck this thing is," Coulson said, his voice firm.

As they moved to carry out their orders, Hawkeye's gaze flickered upward to the figure of Vega, hovering effortlessly in the sky. The distinctive V on his chest caught his eye, and Hawkeye couldn't help but be impressed by the young hero's presence.

"Hey, Phil," Hawkeye said, his voice lowered as they worked. "You trust that kid?"

Coulson glanced at him, his expression thoughtful. "I trust his intentions. He's proven himself against Hydra. And he's got the power to back it up."

Hawkeye grunted in acknowledgment, his gaze returning to Vega. As the minutes passed, the crowd's attempts to remove the object from the crater grew more desperate. Vega's slight smile seemed to suggest that he knew something they didn't.

A sudden descent brought Vega to the ground beside them, his presence commanding attention. "Hey, where've you guys been?" he quipped, a touch of amusement in his voice.

Coulson sighed, his tone light but tinged with exasperation. "We've been getting here as fast as we can, Vega."

Vega chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Well, while you guys were on your way, I've been watching these guys try to pull what they call a satellite out of this pit."

Hawkeye raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Satellite, huh? Looks more like a big old rock to me."

Vega's grin widened, and he leaned in conspiratorially. "It's not a satellite, it's something else entirely."

Coulson arched an eyebrow, his gaze shifting from Vega to the object in the crater. "Care to enlighten us?"

Vega's eyes met Coulson's, a hint of mystery in his expression. "Let's just say it's not from around here."

Hawkeye exchanged a knowing glance with Coulson, realizing that Vega had more knowledge about the situation than he was letting on. As the three of them continued to observe the scene, Hawkeye couldn't help but wonder what other secrets lay beneath the surface, waiting to be unveiled.

POV Vega

As Jason hovered above the crater, his attention was drawn to a lively conversation unfolding below. Thor Odinson, the god of thunder, was engaged in a spirited exchange with a group of individuals who seemed both fascinated and perplexed by his claims. Jason's enhanced hearing allowed him to catch every word, his lips quirking into a slight smile as he listened in on the amusing interaction.

Thor's booming voice carried through the air as he argued with hospital personnel, demanding answers that they seemed ill-equipped to provide. It was clear that the mighty Asgardian was struggling to come to terms with his current situation, weakened and disoriented by his sudden arrival on Earth.

Hidden from sight, Jason watched as Thor's antics played out, his internal amusement growing with each passing moment. It was a rare glimpse into the life of a being from another realm, a reminder that even gods could find themselves in comical and frustrating situations.

As the conversation continued, Jason's thoughts turned to Mjolnir—the legendary hammer that lay within the crater. He contemplated the notion of worthiness, a concept that had been a central theme in tales of the mighty weapon. His own experiences and actions had led him to believe that worthiness was more than a simple measure of strength or power.

A mischievous glint entered Jason's eyes as he made a decision. With a determined nod, he descended from the sky, his gaze fixated on Mjolnir. As he drew closer, he could feel the crackling energy and raw power emanating from the mystical hammer. The air seemed charged with electricity, a testament to the weapon's formidable might.

His hand extended toward Mjolnir, Jason hesitated for a moment. It wasn't a question of whether he could lift it—he was confident in his strength. Instead, he pondered the implications of his actions. Should he, a mere mortal with extraordinary abilities, lay claim to a weapon of the gods?

A smirk played at the corner of Jason's lips as he withdrew his hand, his decision made. He understood that Mjolnir's significance was not solely based on physical strength. He respected the legacy of the hammer and the honor it bestowed upon those who were deemed worthy.

With a final glance at Mjolnir, Jason ascended back into the sky, leaving the hammer undisturbed. He knew that one day, Thor would return to claim what was rightfully his, and in that moment, Mjolnir would shine with its true brilliance.

As he soared above the Earth, his thoughts lingered on the events unfolding below. The world was a tapestry of stories and legends, each thread woven with unique individuals who played their part in shaping its fate. And in the midst of it all, Jason Vega—the international superhero known as Vega—continued to uphold the ideals of justice, hope, and strength, his own narrative intertwining with those of the gods and heroes around him.