The rain grew heavier, turning the ground into a muddy mess.
Thor, covered head to toe in mud, took down the burly guard and coolly shook his rain-soaked blond hair.
In Thor's eyes, a man's romance was found in battle and victory.
He strode forward and tore away the tarp—the familiar Mjolnir stood before him.
With a victor's smile, Thor walked toward the hammer...
"You won't get another chance."
Hawkeye readjusted his angle, staring at Thor, who was completely exposed to his bow, and reminded Coulson that this was the best moment to make a move.
"Wait. I want to see..."
Coulson watched Thor beside the hammer from a hidden corner.
He was curious what had driven this man to break in despite becoming an enemy of S.H.I.E.L.D.
The man was skilled. So many guards had failed to stop him.
And the way he looked at the hammer was different from everyone else's.
Perhaps something would happen...
Meanwhile, Thor could only stare foolishly at the hammer and grin, imagining himself reclaiming it, charging back to Asgard, and having a proper argument with his father—or perhaps admitting his mistake...
Then reclaiming his supreme glory.
Suddenly, a voice sounded beside him:
"Hey, Prince~ Want to make a bet?"
Su Ming was on the other side of the site, with an umbrella floating above his head, leaving him completely dry.
He sat leisurely in a fishing chair, watching the somewhat bedraggled Thor with great interest.
That careless fellow had rushed straight for the hammer and somehow failed to notice him, making Su Ming unable to resist teasing the God of Thunder.
"Hm...?"
Thor's thoughts returned from Asgard. Hearing someone speak, he turned toward the voice.
There sat a man with a distinctly Midgardian face, smiling at him in carefree comfort.
An umbrella floated