Thor: Who the Fuck Are You?

"Thor?!"

Natasha had wanted to rush over and grab Thor immediately, but Hawkeye Barton yanked her back, and the portal closed almost at the same time.

If Natasha had rushed in just now, losing a finger or an arm would have been the least of her worries. More likely, the portal would have severed her at the waist, letting her cosplay 2.5 Gojos.

"Shit!"

Still shaken, Natasha patted her chest and turned to give Hawkeye Barton, who had pulled her back in time, a grateful look.

"Friends, since you've come uninvited, why are you still standing at the door?"

As the Avengers hesitated outside the doorway, a teasing male voice came from inside the room. It sounded somewhat familiar, yet they could not recall who it belonged to.

Tony and the others exchanged looks. After their brief panic, they quickly calmed down.

The Avengers were now almost all assembled. Even though Thor had been sent somewhere unknown by the portal, they were not worried about his safety.

No exaggeration.

Thor, before he had fully let himself go and put on weight, was the strongest conventional fighter in the Avengers Alliance.

Aside from Captain Marvel, who was never seen and spent all day "putting out fires" across the universe.

All the Avengers were here. They had nothing to fear.

Besides, this was allied territory. No matter how strange the person in the room's temperament might be, he could not possibly be completely evil.

Ancient One would not allow such a thing to happen.

Having thought that through, Tony quickly regained his composure and took the lead into the room.

The room was decorated with great grandeur. A full set of rosewood furniture exuded an air of antiquity and elegance.

Most eye-catching was the enormous rosewood desk and its matching chair, directly