As if sensing that a battle was about to break out, Thor felt a surge of excitement well up from the depths of his heart. He unconsciously tightened his grip on the shovel and assumed a stance ready to smack, shave, or chop.
Daisy coughed, and Thor answered with an honest-looking smile.
She pointed at the shovel, then at herself, indicating that the shovel was hers.
"Um... um... this is a tool... a tool!" Fortunately, Thor was not that foolish. He shrank the shovel down until it was the size of a hand trowel, hung it from his belt, wrapped himself in his cloak, and put on an expression of inquiry and contemplation, looking every bit the refined gentleman.
Thor was not Deadpool, after all. Out of respect for the monk, if not the Buddha, she would not fuss over the little trowel versus the big shovel. It was not anything valuable anyway...
Before long, as the heroes arrived one after another, the unconscious Hercules also woke up.
The rough fellow spotted Thor at once. The two enthusiastically embraced like a pair of bears, pounding each other's backs with their fists.
The sounds of "bang bang" and "thud thud" rang out without end. If those blows had landed on Captain America, everyone could start preparing his joint funeral with Peggy Carter.
That was way too much force. Were they really friends?
Daisy did not sense any invincible disaster beyond her ability to handle. The trouble before them was merely trouble, and most of her thoughts were on that Nightmare.
She planned to return to Superfluid Space to investigate, or use Nova Central Computer's portals to take a look at several other parallel universes.
Unconcerned, she sat to one side and watched the two burly men perform their brotherly camaraderie while