Thor used his status as a deity and a barrel of Asgardian wine to knock out every guest at the Airborne Inn, while also saving the Wolves' business.
They supposedly wouldn't wake up for two days. Maybe once they did, they would forget the terrifying things they'd experienced.
Little Ginny and the others loved the fairytale cottages at the Airborne Inn, so Alvin pitched camp somewhere beneath it.
It was impossible to say Alvin hadn't been worried. All the composure he'd shown before had been for everyone else's sake. Only when he was alone did he clench his trembling fists and feel the fear catch up with him.
There was only so much one person could do, and Alvin was no exception!
He couldn't protect everyone. He'd thought that showing the world his vicious, domineering side would stop outsiders from prying into Hell's Kitchen, but he'd been wrong.
Ambitious people were often willing to do anything as long as it helped them reach their goals.
The only thing that could hold them back was the cost—the kind they couldn't afford to pay!
The Skrulls clearly didn't think Alvin could make them pay too high a price. At worst, everyone on Earth would be wiped out. Did he think he could fly into space, search everywhere, and find their mothership?
The Skrulls had clearly underestimated Alvin's viciousness, as well as Raymond and the others' intelligence.
They'd launched a reckless attack and made Alvin their sworn enemy, without realizing that offending him would let Raymond rally an enormous amount of power.
And with Carol in Raymond's hands, the outcome had been decided from the moment they made their move. The only question was how badly they'd lose.
But all that talk after the fact was pointless. Alvin admitted that yesterday he'd been