Christmas Day

Speaking of preparations, all five main team members looked at Leon.

"Leon, how should we prepare over the next few days? Do you have any suggestions?" Banner asked.

Even the hot-blooded Pietro rubbed his hands together. "How about you put us through special training again, Boss? We're up against gods, and Wanda and I only gained our powers not long ago..."

Wanda, standing beside him, froze for a moment at his words.

Wanda had already witnessed the strength of the Asgardian Gods in her dreams.

Logically speaking, those gods who fought enemies hand-to-hand while wielding divine artifacts—

Shouldn't many of them be Pietro's match, right?

But when Wanda thought of how the training would take place in Leon's Inner World, she did not object and simply nodded.

Tony was genuinely interested. "Special training? The kind you mentioned when you clung to my pant leg and cried last time? Two hours outside, one month inside?"

As Tony brought up Pietro's embarrassing history—

He looked at Leon. "I think that could work. Give us some special training, Leon!"

"Nine days would be enough for over ten years of training. By then, not even gods from Norse mythology could defeat my Mark armor!"

"Did you say ten years of special training?" Leon wore the expression of an old man staring at a phone on the subway.

"We're only dealing with Asgard. Do you want to prepare from age thirty-eight all the way to forty-eight?"

He could tell that, aside from Wanda, everyone before him had treated Asgard as the real mythology.

Although on Marvel's Earth, the Asgardian Gods truly were the deities of Norse mythology—

Their strength was nowhere near as absurd as the myths described.

"Special training is out of the question." Leon shook his head.

He waved a hand. "Don't be