Natasha hurried through the corridors of S.H.I.E.L.D. with her phone in hand. She pushed open an office door, then turned back to close it, with words like hammer, New Mexico, and aliens frequently coming up in her conversation.
Coulson handed her a cup of coffee. Natasha glanced at it and set it aside. Coulson wore a puzzled expression, but Natasha ignored him.
Soon, Natasha put down her phone, picked up her leather jacket from nearby, and put it on. She waved at Coulson and said, "Emergency mission. New Mexico. We leave in ten minutes!"
The gusts kicked up by the helicopter's rotors sent dust swirling everywhere. As Natasha stepped down from the helicopter, she could not help waving a hand in front of her face and coughing twice.
She stood on the roof of the base, looking out over New Mexico's brilliantly colored landscape, while Nick, as always, kept making phone calls.
They quickly passed through the security perimeter and arrived at the site of the incident, where they saw the familiar hammer. Natasha raised an eyebrow, circled it twice, and looked at the person in charge. "So you're saying no one can lift it, and that's why you fenced it off?"
Nick took a deep breath, looking furious. He flicked aside the hem of his jacket and stared at the person in charge. "Do you know how busy I am? You called me all the way out here over a hammer? I thought you'd caught an alien!"
The person in charge said awkwardly, "We've only preliminarily determined that this is an extraterrestrial object. As for whether there are aliens, we still aren't sure."
Seeing Nick's expression grow darker and darker, the person hurriedly added, "But we absolutely did not exaggerate the report on this hammer. We found strong agents,