"Father, I'm sorry.
"I'm sorry about what happened in Jotunheim.
"Now, I've come to recognize my own arrogance and conceit. I hope that one day in the future, I can make you proud of me."
Thor spoke with genuine emotion, every word from the heart.
Clap clap clap clap.
Thunderous applause broke out in the audience stands.
Drawing his gaze back from the virtual screen, Hawkeye Barton came to Coulson's side and said dejectedly, "Sorry, Coulson. I lost."
He had already used everything he had, but one of his opponents was so strong he didn't seem human, and the other simply wasn't human at all!
But a loss was a loss. There were no excuses.
"Heh. Barton, don't take it too hard. You lost to the God of Thunder from Norse mythology!"
Coulson patted his arm and comforted him.
There was nothing shameful about a human losing to a god!
"And..."
Looking at Thor on the virtual screen, Coulson said gravely, "What we need to worry about now isn't something like that, but what kind of shock it will bring to this world once the existence of gods from myth and legend is confirmed."
Yes. At the very same moment he said that, Nick Fury, far away in New York, had already taken that "shock" one step ahead of him. He kept receiving calls full of questions from the World Security Council, President Belden, and others, demanding that he explain Thor, the God of Thunder from Asgard.
But aside from being a little darker-skinned, what could Nick Fury possibly explain?
At most, he knew some intelligence about aliens like the Kree, but the moment it involved mythological matters like the Nine Realms and Asgard, he was completely lost!
Motherfucker!
His old face dark with anger, Nick Fury cursed furiously in