Remember to Return the Self-Criticism You Owe Me

Beckett and Hela left.

They left decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

It was as if the Earth held absolutely no appeal for him.

The uniquely designed Beckett, piloted by Woz, left Earth and initiated a space jump, leaving behind a complete mess for the Avengers to clean up.

"It's over..."

Bruce Banner, slumped on the ground, had a bitter look in his eyes.

The New York City, reduced to ruins, lay with corpses strewn about – this was the gift Beckett left them.

As the smoke cleared, everyone's grief was palpable.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.. will cooperate with the New York City to complete the reconstruction work."

"The premise is that someone in the municipal government can step forward to take charge and cooperate."

Natasha Romanoff, who had narrowly escaped death at Beckett's hands, stood with her hands on her hips, biting her dust-covered lips. She looked around, her eyes filled with confusion.

Of all the people present, she was arguably the one who had lived the longest and seen the most.

Steve Rogers, after all, spent so many years frozen under the glacier.

She thought nothing in her life could ever make her feel powerless, but now she realized she was wrong.

Not only was it wrong, it was ridiculously wrong.

Earth's proud defenses were like paper dams in the hands of that man named Beckett, easily breached.

"I will handle the reconstruction."

Tony Stark lay on the broken stone pillar, the cold touch on his back allowing him to focus more intently on analyzing everything that had happened that day.

Of everyone present, only he was capable of handling this matter.

He has money, and he also has the Artificial Intelligence J.A.R.V.I.S..

"I want to go back to Asgard."

After a long silence, Thor staggered to his feet, his eyes filled with determination.

"Go back to your death?" Tony Stark's eyes burned.

"What did you say?"

"If you want to go back to your death, I won't stop you. Don't forget, your sister brought that Beckett home." Tony Stark emphasized the word "home."

"What do you mean? My mother is still in Asgard, do you know that?!" Thor's eyes were hostile.

Nick Fury wasn't too happy with this Earthling when he brought them together.

"I know, of course I know."

"That's why I said, if you want to die, you can go back." Tony Stark showed no fear, straightening his back and meeting Thor's gaze.

"I won't stop you, they won't stop you, nobody will stop you. You can go now, this way." Stark made way for him.

The sarcastic tone made Thor's forehead veins throb.

"Wait, wait, now is probably not the time for us to fight amongst ourselves, you two."

Doctor Peace. Bruce Banner, dressed in rags, had no choice but to step in and smooth things over.

A crushing defeat exposed the internal conflicts within the hastily assembled league by Nick Fury.

"Hela is your sister, and Beckett's relationship with Hela seems to be more than just ordinary."

"We can't go to Asgard Thor now, until we have a way to counter Beckett." From a soldier's perspective, Steve Rogers chose to speak up for Tony Stark.

Silent Thor clenched his fist and slammed it into the stone wall in front of him.

Even Odin, fully armed, died at Beckett's hands; he truly had no way to stop him.

Impotent rage perfectly describes Thor's state of mind at this moment.

Boom!

A second later, another blond figure descended from the sky and landed in front of Tony Stark and the others.

This time, however, it was a woman.

The Nine Realms, Asgard.

Led by the Queen Frigga and Heimdall, the gatekeeper of the Bifrost, the soldiers were fully armed, and their posture made Hela clench her fists as she disembarked from the Beckett.

These people were the elite royal guards.

Hela recognized the standard armor these people were wearing; it was one she had designed herself years ago.

"It seems Asgard doesn't welcome your return." Beckett, speaking casually, gazed with interest at the woman across the Bifrost whose expression was incredibly complex.

"Shut up."

Hela rebuked without turning her head, her tone harsh.

Upon returning to Asgard, Hela, whose clothes were no longer tattered after thousands of years, finally regained her power. However, the heart riddled with holes within her chest could not be repaired in a short time.

Heimdall, and Frigga.

The two people standing opposite her were both acquaintances of Hela.

An Asgard gatekeeper who practically watched her grow up;

One of them was her mother. Not her biological mother, but a mother who was even better than a biological mother.

"Get out of the way."

"Odin is already dead. Don't force me to kill you both as well."

Return to Asgard, back to where you belong.

This has become Hela's obsession.

"Leave here, leave Asgard, Hela."

"This is your father's order."

"You are not fit to be king, Hela."

After standing on the Bifrost and gazing at each other for a long time, Frigga finally spoke.

The reunion after more than a thousand years has brought about a change in everything.

The daughter he once loved has now become his enemy, standing on the opposite side.

"No, Mother." Hela shook her head.

"I am the one who should be king."

"Now, move aside."

Hela's eyes held a final glimmer of hope.

If Frigga were to back down now, their relationship could potentially return to what it was before.

"This is Odin's decision, Hela. No one can disobey it." Frigga shook her head, and at her instruction, many palace guards drew their arrows and nocked them.

"But he's already dead." The last glimmer of hope in Hela's eyes gradually faded.

"No, he will live forever in our hearts." Frigga shook her head. No sooner had she spoken than a rain of arrows swept towards the figure on the other side of the Bifrost!

Ding ding ding!!!

An invisible wall rose up just a step away from Hela and Beckett, blocking all the dense arrows.

The Crystal Wall is the Vanaheim magic that Frigga taught Hela.

"Beckett, you should go back."

"I will come to the Dark Order to find you after I have dealt with things in Asgard."

Hela closed her eyes and used long, deep breaths to calm the turbulent emotions in her heart.

"Whatever." Beckett glanced indifferently at Frigga and the others on the other side of the Bifrost, then turned and left.

"Beckett!"

Hela called out, Beckett, who was about to board the spaceship, stopped in his tracks. "What's wrong?"

"Thank you."

Hela opened her eyes, her expression returning to calm, and combed her hair into a fighting style with both hands.

"...Boring." Beckett scoffed, then boarded the spaceship without looking back, leaving only a debt-collecting remark echoing in Hela's ears.

"When you come to me, remember to return the self-criticism you owe me."

"My father is pressuring me."

One more chapter to come!

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