The little man in Hawkeye's heart was laughing itself sick, rolling around on the floor.
Even the hammer was afraid of him!
Hahahaha! Balance had been restored!
This archer's mind was finally completely at peace!
Thor, your day had come too!
Who told you to always show off?
Just look at that expression!
It was even better than the time Quicksilver shaved off half his beard!
Worth it! What was mortgage pressure compared to this? He could eat three extra bowls of rice just watching this!
Clint lowered his head, his shoulders shaking violently as he struggled to hold back his laughter.
Pretending to choke on his drink, he coughed fiercely and took the opportunity to bury his face in his hands.
A muffled voice came out:
"Cough... cough cough...
This wine really packs a punch..."
He instinctively clutched the spot where laughter had made him cramp up, which happened to be where he had been injured before.
"Boom—"
The entire hall went from silent enough to hear a pin drop to buzzing with discussion.
Suppressed laughter rose and fell among the voices.
Everyone looked at Thor, who was holding the "terrified" hammer and wishing he could vanish on the spot.
And then at the culprit—
That Scarlet figure, still calm and unruffled, as if he had merely stroked an enraged cat.
Su Ming withdrew his hand and lightly rubbed his fingertips together.
As though brushing away a speck of dust that did not exist.
He looked at the humiliated Thor and the hammer trembling in his arms with little whimpers.
One brow rose slightly, and a nearly invisible curve touched the corner of his lips.
"Looks like... it doesn't like my suit very much."
In space, aboard the red flagship of the Galaxy Guard Corps heading for Xandar.