One thunderbolt was fierce, the other a dense storm of lightning. Their divine powers, already of the same origin, merged in midair into an even stronger form. However, She-Thor made an obvious controlling motion, shifting her lightning storm more than a hundred meters to the side to avoid Thor's lightning.
The meaning behind it was perfectly clear.
Thor glanced back at She-Thor. His feelings toward his former lover were exceedingly complicated—affection, guilt—but too much had already happened, and it could not be undone. All he could do was bury his head in the sand and pretend to be a heartless bastard.
Jane Foster did not want to deal with him. Her rejection was resolute, because she was now Falcon's girlfriend, no longer Thor's.
Falcon Sam was one of the few people who knew her true identity. He accompanied her during chemotherapy, provided air support in battle, covered her, and handled rearguard duties.
If Thor was the ideal object of a young girl's dreams—something that seemed wonderful in memory but was actually little more than an illusion—then Falcon was an honest, dependable man.
There was an essential difference between them. Jane Foster had passed the age of dreaming. Thor was merely a passerby in her life; now, she only wanted to live each remaining day well.
"I'll cover you!" Falcon, the good man, appeared at her left side at just the right moment. Jane Foster cast aside her distracting thoughts and focused on the battle before her.
The two flew off to the side, deliberately avoiding Thor's section of the battlefield.
Watching this, Captain America, who had always regarded Falcon as a brother, could not help sighing.
From a personal perspective, he greatly admired Jane Foster, because every time She-Thor fought, she took another step toward death.
Doing one good deed