Rimuru noticed Barton's suspicion, but he didn't mind. Instead, he leaned closer with a wicked grin. "Agent Barton, right? I happen to know a little swordsmanship. Care for a match?"
Barton looked him up and down again. "Where's your bow?"
"What bow? What would I need one of those for?" As he spoke, Rimuru pulled out a Sword of Vishanti and waved it up and down in front of Barton.
Barton's eyes narrowed, and he silently took a step back. There was something off about this kid. What was that thing he was using? A superpower?
Coulson spoke up from the side at just the right moment. "Mr. Rimuru's abilities are very unusual. The director invited him personally." Then he leaned over and muttered in Barton's ear, "Rimuru's temperament matches his appearance. He's just like a little kid."
"Why's this guy talking behind my back?" Rimuru was speechless. He had Universal Sense, after all. Had Coulson already forgotten how Rimuru had knocked him out in the street last time?
"All right." Barton nodded, accepting this explanation for the moment. As the head of security for the temporary base, he had to take all of this into consideration.
"Then, Mr. Consultant, what do you make of that hammer? We've tried every conventional and unconventional method, and it still hasn't budged."
"Take me to see it first," Rimuru said, looking eager.
The group arrived at the center of the heavily guarded crater. Mjolnir lay there quietly, its ancient-looking head completely at odds with the modern instruments around it. Several researchers were recording data nearby, and they looked surprised when they saw Coulson bring a child over.
Watching Rimuru examine the hammer from every angle in the center of the crater, Barton walked over to Coulson and couldn't help asking, "You said this