How Was There a Stray Dog?

Atlantis's attempt to seize the Cube Fragment failed.

AI Tony returned furious.

Hawkeye and Amadeus Cho were also in a sorry state, covered in the smell of fish, and they still didn't get the better of each other.

Enraged, Tony gulped down some engine oil and drunkenly cursed, "Is Namor some kind of idiot?"

"I practically kicked Steve's ass raw, and he fucking surrendered!"

Simple foul mouth, ultimate enjoyment.

Tony cursed at everyone he met, and dragged T'Challa, who had also returned from Wakanda but brought back the Cube Fragment, to complain bitterly.

Oh shit.

They're both kings, so why is there such a huge difference?!

Look at T'Challa!

"That's absolutely right, bro!"

"I think he's just drunk too much seawater and turned into a salted fish, a complete waste! He has no ability whatsoever!"

T'Challa, disregarding how much he had expended trying to convince himself, immediately agreed.

The relationship between Atlantis and Wakanda is terrible. Anyone who insults Atlantis and Namor is considered his half-brother!

Hawkeye, a little reserved, asked wearily, "How many pieces have we collected?"

"Including T'Challa's, two pieces."

"Only two pieces?"

He sighed, then heard Scott say, "Don't worry, it seems Parker has invented some kind of machine that can detect the location of the Cube Fragment."

Scott's expression was slightly complicated, but no one noticed it behind his mask.

He was unaware that the people he was communicating with were actually created by Azmuth, as were the ones on Steve's side.

He is currently suffering from severe pangs of conscience.

"This kid is really capable!" Tony asked for the energy detection chart. "There are nine energy fluctuations from the Cube fragment. Let me see, besides the places we've already been, there are five more. Next is... the Savage Land."

That's Marvel's version of Jurassic Park.

"Everyone, we've already secured two. We have an even greater advantage over the remaining five. We must be one step ahead of Hydra!"

He said loudly.

The others were also very excited.

Although they only won two in the first game, it was essentially a tie with Hydra.

They had an even greater advantage in the second half!

"Should we regroup the team?" Ai Tony asked. "Where are Ben and the others?"

"Parker said he had something else to attend to and needed to leave for a bit," Scott recalled. "The others haven't returned yet."

"Something's wrong now?"

Tony had some doubts, but didn't think too much about it. Ben had already done a great job; the two pieces of debris that were successfully brought back were all thanks to their universe.

"Forget it, we can manage on our own."

He looked at the coordinates marked on the map.

You can't expect someone else to chew the food for you when they've already fed it to you.

He immediately reassigned the teams.

Hawkeye asked, "Time is running out. How's Natasha doing? What about the others?"

Tony summarized the intelligence from all sides and said, "It's not convenient for Natasha to communicate, so we don't know the situation yet, but the others are ready."

"That's good." Hawkeye breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't expected that the only good news during this period would only appear after the world was on the verge of destruction.

"Then let's get started."

at the same time.

Washington D.C..

Thor was completely drunk.

Because he allowed T'Challa to enter Wakanda, he was severely reprimanded by Steve upon his return.

Facing Hydra, he longed to unleash all his anger and resentment, but once he stood before the Serpent Society, he was like a dog with a broken spine.

He was nothing but a disqualified man who couldn't even lift a hammer; what right did he have to question Steve Rogers?

He was so drunk he looked no different from a homeless person on the street.

He was still muttering to himself, "Allfather, I don't understand why Mjolnir approved of Steve. Maybe he's right, but I feel so tormented."

Tell me, Father...

He prayed softly, and in his sleepy eyes appeared a figure radiating the light of the gods.

With tears in his eyes, he reached out his hand, begging for mercy, like a child.

"Father..."

"I'm not your father, Thor."

Thor's gaze slowly focused.

The image of the strict but kind father has vanished, replaced by a well-proportioned teenager.

Ben Parker.

He naturally knew these people from another world.

"I was hoping Tony Stark would call me 'Dad,' but he refused, while you did it on your own initiative," Ben laughed.

"How dare you insult my father!"

These mocking words enraged Thor. His stubble trembled with rage, and the bottle in his hand had somehow transformed into Black Bear Axe, crackling with lightning as it prepared to strike.

"Boom!!!"

The bolts of lightning exploded, but were blocked by a pure white hand, unable to advance an inch.

With a mere wave of his hand, Ben effortlessly suppressed Thor's Power of Thunder. His hand seemed to carry the weight of an entire Star Core, rendering Thor unable to lift his axe even an inch.

"This is... divine power?"

Thor was stunned.

It is not only divine power, but also the power of the Asgard gods, the mighty power of the Allfather!

He couldn't believe it.

Who exactly are you?

"Me? Don't you already know?" Ben's eyes gleamed. "Ben Parker. Or you can call me—"

"Lord of the Nine Realms."

He chose the one from among many titles that moved Thor the most.

Moreover, his current state is not that of an Earthling. Rather, it is a "Cosmigod" transformed from the Asgard genes he once obtained from Thor.

His appearance remained unchanged, but the blood of Asgard flowed within the body of this Cosmigod.

Furthermore, Ben himself is the king of the universe, the Lord of the Nine Realms, and the creator who personally planted the Yggdrasil. His divine power has surpassed Odin's, making him the true King of Gods and the Allfather!

So there's absolutely no problem with Thor calling him "Dad".

But... if you are the Lord of the Nine Realms, then who is Odin?

Is he a blind old man locked up in a nursing home?

My father—

"He's fine, he's just retired," Ben said. "He's probably having tea with another old bald man right now. Oh, and your mother's fine too, your brother's fine, and you have several older brothers and sisters, all still alive."

Thor:???

Which place are you referring to?

Heaven?

He was completely drained of energy, especially after hearing Ben his mother, Frigga, whose death was the hardest thing for Thor to accept.

As for Loki...

This menace is still alive in his own universe.

"Then he must be very happy."

Thor said weakly, the Black Bear Axe in his hand slipping from his grasp as if under a spell.

"Not bad," Ben nodded, continuing with his poignant words, "It means Odin personally crowned him King of Asgard, Loki cheered for him, Frigga Goddess Queen him, and he even married an Earth woman named Jane Foster..."

Every single word represented something that Thor, standing before him, could never even dream of.

"Actually, I think he's pretty average, but still much better than you," Ben scoffed. "A walking corpse, an alcoholic, an accomplice to evil..."

He leaned down, pinched Thor's stubble-covered chin, and the pungent smell of alcohol hit him, making him wonder if the man in front of him was already rotting.

Tell me, Thor Odinson, how did you end up like this?

"I, I..."

Thor was like a bound prisoner, his mouth agape in silent lamentation, yet he could utter nothing.

"Look at yourself, how do you face your dead father? How do you face your comrades who fought alongside you and trusted you? How do you face your people? How do you face those who once loved and respected you, but died before your eyes!"

"I can't help it..."

Thor knelt down and wept uncontrollably.

All the words in the world ultimately boil down to one sentence. "I am merely a disqualified person. The Mjolnir approves of is Steve Rogers; he is the true king, and I must obey."

It's a hammer again.