To be honest, Sherlock really didn't want to deal with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s repeated "harassment," but every time, S.H.I.E.L.D. came up with terms Sherlock couldn't refuse.
It had been that way with the information on Obadiah last time, and it was even more so with this immovable hammer that had fallen from the sky.
After hearing Coulson's description of the hammer over the phone, Sherlock had almost immediately determined what it was.
Mjolnir!
Thor's meow-meow hammer!
Compared to his Spear of Longinus, the meow-meow hammer was a genuine divine artifact! One of the most powerful weapons born from Asgard's civilization of magic and technology! One of the Aesir's greatest treasures!
If he could analyze Mjolnir...
The instant that thought surfaced in Sherlock's mind, it rapidly consumed him like an addictive poison. It even overwhelmed his disgust toward S.H.I.E.L.D.—or rather, Hydra—and he nearly instinctively asked Coulson on the other end of the line.
"Where exactly is that hammer?"
Upon hearing Sherlock's reply, Coulson finally showed a relieved expression. His smile returned as he gave Sherlock an address over the phone.
"In the desert of New Mexico! I'll send you the exact coordinates by text."
After saying that, Coulson hung up. Listening to the busy tone from his phone, Sherlock wore an extremely conflicted expression. After thinking it over again and again, he ultimately gave up on using the Anywhere Door to rush over and chose the most traditional method instead: driving there.
On one hand, Sherlock couldn't exactly seem too eager in front of Coulson. On the other, he really wasn't all that far from New Mexico at the moment.
It was best not to expose something like the Anywhere Door to Hydra's eyes.
Unlike when he had dealt with Coulson alone before, who knew whether there might be Hydra agents at the