Odin, Get Out Here

The passionate and powerful anthem, accompanied by a miniature megaphone on The Other's body, resounded throughout New York.

The overwhelming Chitauri fleet caused panic throughout the city!

"What... what is that?!"

"Alien?!"

"Are aliens attacking Earth?!"

"What about the military?! Didn't the US military say they once captured aliens alive?!"

"Didn't they shoot down a UFO?!"

Where are they?!

A cacophony of voices, a clamor of fear.

The neat rows of Chitauri warships lined up on both sides instilled unprecedented panic in the people of New York.

Nick Fury, who considered himself to have seen the world in his youth with Carol Vers, also jumped up from his office chair.

His brows were furrowed, and his face looked extremely pale.

"It seems our Mr. Beckett really has ill intentions." Tony Stark raised his eyes and gazed at the stationary spaceships in the sky, his voice losing its usual frivolity.

"Agent Romanoff, I'd like to know if this is also part of S.H.I.E.L.D..'s plan."

"Sorry, it seems like there isn't."

The beautiful Natasha was still wearing that tight-fitting Battle Suit. Her eyes darted around before landing on the figure who was being held in the center by two rows of spaceships.

He was dressed in black, with a cold and stern face, and his dark hair swayed in the wind.

With his hands behind his back, his cold gaze sent a chill down the spine of everyone who met his eyes.

Even Banner was no exception.

Loki, his smile fading, knelt on one knee and presented the Mind Scepter with both hands, looking extremely respectful.

Snap...

Beckett landed on the rooftop and, in full view of everyone, stood before Loki.

"Well done."

"It is my duty, Your His Highness Beckett."

"The Space Stone is located in the basement of this building, and my men are guarding it. Go and retrieve it now." Loki revealed the location of the Space Stone, which was also the purpose for which Beckett sent him to Earth.

Beckett didn't speak, but simply stood on the rooftop, looking down at the bustling city below.

The Midgard he was in was completely different from the Midgard he remembered, but it was very similar to the world he had recently encountered with Mera.

Beckett remained silent, and Loki dared not move.

The rooftop, which should have been tense and confrontational, fell into an eerie silence because of Beckett's arrival.

Following Beckett, The Other removed his black hood, revealing a face that was enough to Avengers their guard.

He walked step by step to Loki and took back the Mind Scepter that was rightfully his.

J.A.R.V.I.S..

"Unable to build an analysis model, Sir." J.A.R.V.I.S., the personal Artificial Intelligence of tech giant Tony Stark, tried to scan the figure standing with his hands behind his back, but the data he got was a jumbled mess of gibberish.

"Woz."

Finally, Beckett, who looked down upon the world below, spoke.

With just a soft call, Tony Stark, who was still pondering how to deal with Beckett, suddenly went black as all the intelligent auxiliary systems within his Iron Man Armor were deactivated...

"????!!!!!"

Thump!

Tony Stark, who was still floating, was caught off guard and suddenly plummeted due to this accident!

"Stark!"

With lightning-fast reflexes, Steve Rogers reached out and grabbed the Iron Man who was falling after hitting the edge of the rooftop. His muscles bulged instantly, and he pulled Tony Stark back up.

"Call..."

"Call..."

Still shaken, Tony Stark manually removed his face mask, panting heavily as he breathed in the fresh air above New York, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.

"What happened Stark?" Steve Rogers, who had instinctively tried to save his teammate, was also panting heavily. He had just pulled Tony Stark up from the brink of falling, and he wasn't feeling well either.

"I don't know." Tony Stark, his expression shifting unpredictably, tried to wake J.A.R.V.I.S., but the latter remained unresponsive.

"Perhaps it's because J.A.R.V.I.S. was forcibly shut down...?" The wealthy tech tycoon was clearly incredulous.

"Which of you is Odin's son?"

Beckett, who paid no attention to Tony Stark, turned around, his tone questioning, but his gaze fell on Thor.

Beckett was certain he would never forget the divine power of Asgard.

"You are the devil Beckett that Father spoke of?"

At this moment, Thor exuded a kingly aura, standing directly in front of the group of Earthlings behind him, wielding Mjolnir with incredible power and skill.

"You're nothing like him."

Thor was puzzled by the adjective Beckett made while standing with his hands behind his back.

"What?"

"He's more like him." Beckett's gaze shifted to Loki was still kneeling on one knee.

"Actually, we are both." Thor didn't understand what Beckett was saying, but that didn't stop him from taking action.

Thor wielded Mjolnir with such ferocity that it could summon Mjolnir from heaven and earth. Every time Thor made a move, it was a strike imbued with all of his divine power!

He was a battle-hardened warrior, and he could sense Beckett's terror more than anyone else present.

"I--!"

Thor, who was about to say something as usual, almost blurted out "Holy crap!" a second later.

He wielded Mjolnir, yet Beckett easily blocked it with just one hand?!

Where's my thunder?

Where is my electricity?

My huge hammer can just be grabbed and held like that??

"Your sister used this broken hammer to fight me many times back then." With one hand behind his back and the other outstretched, Beckett effortlessly blocked Mjolnir without moving an inch.

The corners of his mouth were filled with an extremely glaring sarcasm and mockery.

"What?"

"But she never won a single time."

With a kick as swift as the wind, Thor, unable to dodge in time, felt a tearing pain in his abdomen.

"Bang!"

Mjolnir, now without its master, crashed to the ground with a clang. Thor, a blond and burly man, was already lying on the ground howling in pain after just one kick.

It was an uncontrollable wail.

Loki, kneeling on one knee, couldn't help but glance at Thor, whose brow furrowed at the sight of blood at the corner of Thor's mouth.

"Odin, aren't you going to come out?"

Beckett's gaze put immense pressure on the Avengers members present.

"In that case..." Beckett, with his back to The Other, raised his right hand and waved his index finger.

"Yes, Your His Highness Beckett."

As the leader of the Chitauri soldiers, The Other immediately issued the order to attack.

Boom boom boom boom!!!

Almost instantly, the towering flames blinded all the Avengers members.

The Chitauri soldiers, piloting the Dark Order warships, were completely outmatched by the weak Earth's defensive civilization, akin to a dimensional reduction attack.

Collapsed buildings, shattered ground;

The mournful cries of the departed, the smoke of battle filling the sky...

Beckett stood atop the Times Square building, hands behind his back. A chilly wind brushed his face, and the bloodthirsty smile on his lips became even clearer amidst the towering explosion behind him.

"Odin, come out here."