Thor's Adventure (Part 2)

"I think...we might be in a bit of trouble," Peter said, turning to Thor beside him.

Because now, they were facing these few fierce-looking thugs, the kind of hooligans who often extort money from younger students in arcades.

Peter encountered a group of six or seven people who were clearly repeat offenders. While the shop boss was getting goods through the back door, they went straight to Peter was closest to the door.

"Look here, what's this poor little guy bringing his dad to a place like this? What, did he lose the fighting game so badly that he's crying and going back to his parents?"

Hahahaha!

Although they looked older than Peter, Spider-Man, who had been through so much, was much more mature than them. He shrugged and said, "Whether I play the game well or badly, at least I don't have to come here and try to blackmail people."

Just as the blond thug leading the group was about to explode, his lackey said, "Look, he's still wearing Captain America commemorative T-shirt. It's definitely a knock-off. He's got him all dirty, like a poor kid who crawled out of a mud puddle. Forget it, let's find someone else..."

Peter thought they were childish, but Thor couldn't stand their arrogant attitude. He clenched his fist and said, "Didn't your parents teach you to speak politely?!"

In Thor's mind, Peter is a child, and he is an adult. Now this group of people clearly want to bully the child, so he should protect Peter.

"And where did you come from, you country bumpkin? Your accent is heavier than a sheepdog in the countryside. Go back to your farm and plow your fields, stop wandering around New York!"

Thor couldn't understand what he was cursing, but he knew it wasn't anything nice. The Prince of Asgard wasn't one to be trifled with, and he raised his fist to punch him.

The thugs opposite him also got into position, ready to gang up on him.

Although Thor was tall and strong, those thugs who dared to extort him were no less formidable. Two of them were nearly two meters tall, just like Thor, so they weren't afraid of him.

"Wait! Thor, don't fight here, there's..."

Peter could finish speaking, the group was already fighting.

The battle-hardened Asgardian Warriors was no match for these street thugs. He first punched the shorter thug on his left, then bent down, dodged the hook punch from the big guy on his right, and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying.

As a result, the blond thug leader, lacking any sense of decency, grabbed a chair from the side and smashed it down on Thor's head. Just then, Peter grabbed his wrist and flung the chair away from his hand.

"Stop hitting! Stop..."

Then, Thor grabbed a chair and swung it at the other person. The other person was not to be outdone and pushed over the game machine in front of him. Thor dodged backward, staggered a couple of steps, and then threw the chair at the other person.

He hit it accurately; the person was hit directly by the chair and landed on the game console behind him, which then fell to the ground, along with several other consoles nearby.

One of the machines had an even younger student sitting in front of it. When the machine fell over, he didn't have time to dodge and was crushed underneath.

The child let out a scream, Peter rushed over, lifted the game console, and rescued him. It turned out that the child's arm had hit the console table and was broken.

Just then, a gunshot rang out, and the arcade boss returned. The group of thugs fled in response, leaving only Peter and Thor to help with the rescue.

"Look what you've done!" The boss walked over menacingly, Peter stood in front of Thor, blocking Thor from fighting with the boss.

"Sorry, boss! We didn't mean to. They were trying to extort us, we were just fighting back. We'll compensate you for your losses, but could you please help immobilize this child's arm? It looks like he has a fracture..."

Peter was a regular customer here, and when the boss saw it was him, he didn't say anything more. In the end, Peter paid the money and then took the child to a clinic in Manhattan and paid his medical bills.

When the child's parents arrived, Peter apologized to them. Although they didn't pursue the matter, they were clearly unhappy and treated Peter like a bad kid who got into fights, giving him a cold shoulder.

Thor was furious when he left the clinic. He said, "Your Earth has absolutely no rules! Those thugs who wanted to bully people went unpunished, but you're the one who has to pay. If this were Asgard..."

"What would happen in Asgard? I bet they'd be rushing to apologize to you, whether it's the perpetrator, the child caught in the crossfire, or their parents. They'd definitely come to your door to apologize, but that's because you're a prince..."

Thor only half understood what he was hearing, and he said to Peter, "That's because I was right, I stopped those people from bullying others!"

"But you also affected innocent people. I warned you not to fight there before you started it. There are many elementary school students in that arcade. If a fight broke out, some children would definitely get hurt..."

"I am upholding justice!"

Peter sighed, and said in a somewhat complicated tone, "I never thought I would be advising someone like this, even though I used to think the same way."

"But later I realized that there are methods to doing good deeds. Blindly upholding justice is no different from causing destruction. It is difficult to get good results and may even cause a lot of trouble. In the end, others will have to clean up the mess for me."

Peter looked at Thor and said, "I know you are Prince of Asgard, and your parents can definitely handle the trouble you've caused. My friends are the same; there's no problem they can't handle."

"But I've realized that I can't always rush headlong into seeking justice, only to hurt innocent people, create a whole bunch of messy troubles, and then have others clean up my mess. That would make me a burden to others."

"Upholding justice?" Thor looked Peter up and down, seemingly very skeptical that someone of his small stature could uphold justice.

Peter understood Thor's look. He sighed and stopped. Thor stopped as well. Peter glanced at the intersection where he was standing, where a large truck was parked.

The tires of the heavy truck were almost taller than Peter, but Peter stretched out One Hand, grabbed the groove of the truck tire, and gently lifted it up, causing the side tire of the truck to lift several tens of centimeters off the ground.

Thor's eyes widened. Peter let go, and the truck hit the ground, shaking the earth. Thor stepped forward and tried to lift it in the same way, but the truck didn't budge, showing that it was really heavy for an ordinary person.

He scratched his head, looking puzzled, and said, "I've only been away for a short time, and human cubs have already evolved to this extent?"

"A cub? I'm not a cub! I have a driver's license, and I have a girlfriend!"

Thor scoffed and said, "At your size, you'd be considered a cub in Asgard, and one of those kids who's not even 300 years old."

"3...300 years old??" Peter gaped in astonishment. He asked Thor, "Then how old are you?"

"Me? Well, I'm not that old either, not even 1600 years old yet."

Peter swallowed hard and said, "Okay, you guys definitely win in this respect. I'm only 16 years old."

"I know you can't compare the lifespan of Asgard with that of Earthlings, but if you calculate it proportionally, you're still a child."

"But you're more naive than me," Peter explained to Thor. "I know those thugs are annoying, and they deserved to get beaten up. If it were before, I would have given them a good beating without even asking what happened."

"But during this time, I've thought a lot." Peter sighed and said, "This kind of thinking is actually a bit irresponsible. Although I felt good beating them up, the arcade boss is innocent. He got several machines broken. Even if I compensate him, he will have to spend time and energy to replace the machines and put them back together. He might even have to close the arcade for a day to clean up the mess."

"Not to mention the child who was affected. He broke his right hand, and his parents have to stay home to take care of him. They can't go to work, and they might even get scolded by their boss because of it."

"If I were in that child's shoes, my uncle would be very angry, and my aunt would be heartbroken and shed tears."

"Besides, fractures really hurt. If I were to be affected for no reason, I would definitely feel wronged and angry..."

"You're overthinking things," Thor said bluntly. "As long as I'm doing the right thing, the All-Father will definitely support me. I am..."

Thor stopped abruptly, sighed, and said indignantly, "I was clearly doing the right thing, so why doesn't my father understand me? He even..."

"I can tell that you are a very righteous person. I think we are very similar. We both have a passion for doing good deeds, so I can understand your current thoughts because I used to think the same way."

"So what do you think now?" Thor asked Peter.

Talking to Peter, who was younger than him and looked very thin, relieved Thor of the pressure and allowed him to temporarily escape from the rebellious mindset of arguing with his father.

The main reasons he couldn't communicate normally with Earthlings were twofold: firstly, there was a language barrier, and secondly, he was extremely dissatisfied and aggrieved by his father's decision to kick him out of the house. Even though he was Asgardian, once he fell into extreme emotions, he couldn't listen to what others were saying.

However, Peter always possessed a positive and infectious sunny disposition, which made people feel that there was no difficulty in the world that could not be overcome, and also made it easier for people to get rid of some negative emotions.

"I find it a bit difficult to talk to you. Oh, of course, I'm not mocking your accent, just stating a fact."

"Besides, I don't think I used to be able to listen to long, rambling lectures. How about this, I'll take you to see a friend of mine named Matt. His behavior inspired me, and I think it will definitely help you too."

Peter tried to Thor forward, but Thor shouted as he walked, "I am the Prince of Asgard! There's nothing that humans can't solve. I can do it myself..."

"Okay, okay, but we just solved a problem together, so we should be considered friends, right? Are you going to refuse a friend's invitation?"

Peter took Pikachu out of his backpack as he spoke. Pikachu watched the whole thing unfold and said to Thor, "Big guy, I have to say, you did pretty well when you beat up those jerks, especially that punch you gave that brown-haired guy..."

Pikachu waved its little arms, mimicking a human boxing, and said, "I can tell you've trained. That thug flew out of the arcade. He definitely won't dare come to this arcade again!"

This hit Thor right where it hurt. He said, "People think I'm best at using warhammers and spears, but actually I'm very good at boxing, I just don't have many opportunities to show it off."

"If you ask me, in all of Asgard, apart from my father, my boxing skills are the best!"

Peter became interested and said to Thor, "Your moves were really cool. They're not like human boxing; they're more like the moves I've seen in movies. Can you teach me? I want to look cooler when I fight!"

"That's easy. I'll teach you a couple of tricks later, and I guarantee you'll be able to beat those weaklings to a pulp!"

Me, a writer of American comic books:

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Open the comic book: I now completely understand American comics!

Closing the comic: Is this guy from DC or Marvel...?