Rogers hadn't thought too much about it and hadn't held out much hope of lifting Mjolnir.
If not for the encouragement of the others around him, Rogers wouldn't have come to try in the first place.
Although it was undeniable that he coveted Thor's lightning power a little, there was absolutely no greed in his heart, only a trace of envy.
But the moment his hands closed around the hammer's handle, Rogers, whose senses were extraordinarily sharp, felt that something was wrong.
Although he had only grasped it lightly, the sensation gave Rogers no sense of much resistance. In fact, it felt as though it weighed only a little over twenty pounds.
That weight would count as a burden to an ordinary person, but to Rogers, it was as light as nothing. His own shield wasn't much lighter.
But Rogers also thought of something in an instant. Seeing Thor's faintly tense expression from the corner of his eye, he immediately stopped moving.
However, because he had already begun exerting force and had no time to withdraw it completely, the hammer's head still swayed slightly.
That faint movement of Mjolnir went unnoticed by everyone else except Thor, who had been staring at it the whole time, and Leo, who was watching Rogers.
Thor noticed Mjolnir's movement, but fortunately, it had only swayed slightly. He even thought it might have been his imagination.
Then he watched as Rogers gripped the handle tightly with both hands and pulled upward with all his strength, the muscles in his arms tensed. It seemed that Rogers really couldn't budge Mjolnir at all.
This made Thor feel quite pleased.
Leo, however, had seen the truth. Perhaps everyone else thought Rogers had genuinely used all his strength to pull up Mjolnir. After all, the taut muscles and bulging