New York City's Sixth Street District lay in ruins.
The air was thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder.
Beside a massive crater, a huge corpse lay silently in the middle of the road.
Within the crater stood a hammer and a blond, muscular man who appeared to have fallen unconscious.
If not for the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, it would have been easy to believe he had fallen to his death from the sky.
"What is this?"
Fury's face was dark, his already dusky complexion seeming as though water could drip from it.
An alien who had fallen from the sky, and a hammer?
Faced with Fury's questioning gaze, Jino ignored him. His eyes were fixed on the hammer beside the unconscious Prince of Asgard.
The short hammer, bright silver all over, lay quietly within the enormous crater. Mysterious, intricate patterns were traced along both sides of its head in Mithril, making it look both strange and solemn.
The hammer rested quietly in the crater, while the sky around them grew increasingly gloomy. The concentration of ions in the clouds was nearly off the charts.
Negative Emotions from Nick Fury +1000, +1000
The long-absent system notification rang in Jino's ears. The youth glanced at Fury in surprise. He really hadn't expected the King of Agents to lose his composure.
It amused him. He wondered what expression Fury would wear if he knew that his future self would fall in love with an alien woman.
(In the S.H.I.E.L.D. television series, Fury fell in love with a skrull woman. Their race looked like oversized green lizard people.)
"Interesting."
A smile curled at Jino's lips. It seemed this universe's plot had reached the point where Thor was cast down to Earth. He wondered whether this Thor, the