"Did you see that young guy? He's really handsome."
"Yeah, and he's so close to Mr. Stark, too. I wonder which distinguished family he's from."
"The girl beside him is beautiful too. Damn it, did she beat us to him?"
"Girl, don't tell me you've got your eye on him?"
"Don't you?"
Hearing the curvaceous beauties talking about Han Yu, Stark figured Han Yu had never faced a scene like this before. He was about to turn and tease him about how flustered he looked, only to see that Han Yu still wore a faint smile.
Even when beautiful women came up to chat him up, he turned them down with a smile, going so far as to use Stark as a shield.
Stark didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This guy's impressive. He can stay this calm? That's not the kind of composure a young man in his early twenties should have. I'm getting more and more interested in him.
In the span of just twenty-odd steps, more than three women with exceptional figures and looks had given Han Yu their contact information. Watching it, Stark couldn't help feeling a little jealous and teased him.
"Han, I haven't even said a word, and it looks like you're already the star of the night. You're quite lucky with the ladies. Look how many eyes are on you."
Han Yu said, "Not at all. If Mr. Stark weren't standing beside me, I wouldn't be getting this kind of treatment."
Han Yu's answer pleased Stark. He smiled and patted him on the shoulder, his opinion of the young man rising another notch. Mysterious, powerful, and neither arrogant nor impatient—such a young man was well worth befriending.
In truth, how would Han Yu dare talk to those beautiful women? Standing beside him was a young lady who could destroy heaven and earth.
Even without turning his head, Han Yu could feel Wanda's half-smiling gaze. Whenever a beautiful woman came over to chat him up, Wanda's little hand would sneak onto his waist and give him a vicious pinch.
Han Yu's face turned bitter. Why are you pinching me? It's not my fault I'm handsome, and I barely said anything to them!
Those twenty-odd steps felt as slow as a long river to Han Yu.
When they reached a less crowded spot near a window, Han Yu saw the group of people in front of him. His faint, constant smile finally shifted ever so slightly. The people here were actually members of the Avengers!
"Let me introduce you. This is my friend, Han Yu, and his girlfriend, Wanda."
As soon as they arrived, Stark introduced Han Yu and Wanda to them.
At the sight of Wanda, quite a few of them changed expression. Wasn't she one of the twin Metahumans who had escaped from the enemy's base in Sokovia that day?
Stark could tell something was wrong from his companions' expressions and knew they had the same doubts he'd had. But to avoid offending Han Yu, he took the initiative to speak.
"Wanda and we had some misunderstandings before. Now she's Han Yu's girlfriend, so let's put the past behind us."
Since Stark had said so, they decided to set the matter aside for the time being. If they kicked up a fuss now, it certainly wouldn't be pretty.
Hawkeye Clinton, Captain America Steve, Black Widow Natasha, the Hulk Dr. Banner, Thor, War Machine Rhodey, and Agent Hill of S.H.I.E.L.D. Stark actually brought me over to meet them. Looks like he's making it pretty obvious he wants to befriend me.
Han Yu looked over the people seated in front of him, thinking this to himself, while smiling and greeting them. "Hello, everyone."
"Tony, this is the person you wanted to introduce us to? Are you sure? He doesn't look like much."
Thor glanced over Han Yu and smiled somewhat disdainfully. He had wondered what kind of impressive figure Stark would bring, but it turned out to be just some young guy?
Indeed, Han Yu was probably the youngest person present, barely in his twenties.
Hearing Thor's words, Han Yu's expression barely changed. Instead, he smiled and looked Thor straight in the eye.
"If you judge a person by age, then Mr. Thor, at over a thousand years old, doesn't seem all that mature either."
Whoa!
The members of the Avengers raised their eyebrows and exchanged glances, each seeing the surprise in the others' eyes. Now this was interesting.
Looking at the young man standing straight before them, they really hadn't expected Han Yu to dare say that.
Thor was the Prince of Asgard, proud to the bone. Even among the Avengers, his arrogance ranked in the top two. Having someone speak to him like that was actually... pretty interesting.
"Kid, are you provoking me?"
Thor stood and walked up to Han Yu. He was 1.9 meters tall, while Han Yu was nearly 1.8, so Thor looked down at him from above.
Han Yu smiled. "Isn't that exactly your logic, Mr. Thor?"
"This young guy you brought is something. He's facing Thor head-on without backing down at all. Where did you meet him?"
Captain America exchanged a glance with Stark beside him and spoke in a low voice.
Seeing that the man he'd brought wasn't backing down before Thor, Stark felt it reflected well on him. He smiled but said nothing.
Seeing that Stark wasn't talking, Captain America didn't press him and stepped forward.
"Thor, knock it off."
Captain America stepped in to mediate between the two. Though he didn't show it, he actually agreed with Han Yu quite a bit.
Thor had lectured them plenty, drawing on his age and his experience as a warrior in Asgard.
"Mr. Han was personally introduced by Tony, so he's an honored guest. Let's all get along and not start any trouble."
"Fine. For Stark's sake, I won't hold it against him."
Seeing that Captain America had given him a way down, Thor snorted softly and took it, going back to his seat.
"We were just getting into it, talking about who could lift Thor's hammer. Sit over there and watch."
Stark made room for Han Yu and had him sit down.
"I'll go first!"
Hawkeye was the first to step up, since he was the one who had brought up the subject. He had long been curious whether Thor's hammer was really as magical as Thor claimed.
Hawkeye stepped forward, gripped the hammer's handle, and pulled hard. But it felt as though what he was holding wasn't a handle at all, but a joint connecting it to the floor.
No matter how hard Hawkeye pulled, the hammer didn't move a single millimeter, let alone come off the ground.
After trying for quite a while, Hawkeye finally let go in disappointment. He awkwardly rubbed his head and said, "I really don't know how you do it."
Stark quipped, "It's like a silent judgment, isn't it? Somehow, it just stripped you of your qualification to become a god."
Everyone laughed. Hawkeye spread his hands, made an inviting gesture, and said, "Stark, why don't you give it a try?"
"Whoa, this'll be good."
Stark raised an eyebrow and casually undid a button. "I've never feared a challenge. It's just physics."
With that, he stepped forward and slipped the leather loop Thor usually used to swing the hammer over his right arm. He pulled hard, but just as when Hawkeye had tried, it didn't budge.
"Just a moment."
Stark fetched an iron arm, fitted it onto his own arm, and gripped the hammer's handle again.
Even with the iron arm's thrusters activated, and even with War Machine Rhodey pulling alongside him with his own iron arm, the hammer didn't move at all.
Finally, when Captain America stepped forward and pulled with both hands, Mjolnir shifted an almost imperceptible amount. Only Thor, Han Yu, and Wanda noticed the tiny movement.
The others, caught up in the merriment, didn't notice the solemn look that flashed across Thor's face. But as soon as anyone turned toward him, it was quickly replaced by a smile.
Looks like Captain America really is worthy of lifting the hammer. He just hasn't reached that realization yet. The day he does will be the day he lifts it.
Han Yu still remembered the scene in Avengers: Endgame, which he had watched in his previous life, where Captain America lifted Mjolnir.
At that moment, which could only be called desperate, Captain America lifting Mjolnir sent the audience in the theater... no, all the viewers watching Avengers: Endgame into an instant frenzy. Quite a few even shed tears.
"Rogers can lift the hammer?"