New Mexico.
In a small town, Thor was wolfing down food in a diner. First, he had fought a battle on the Frost Giants' turf, then been stripped of his divine power and banished to Earth. He had gone without food the entire time and was absolutely starving.
Dr. Erik Selvig, Jane Foster, and their companion all watched him eat without taking their eyes off him.
"I like this drink!"
Thor looked at the cup in his hand and declared his approval. Jane Foster, who had been staring at him from beside him, snapped out of her daze and said:
"It's pretty good, right?"
"Yes. Then another!"
Thor raised the cup and hurled it to the floor. It shattered with a crash, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
This was an Asgardian tradition, but the people around him clearly weren't ready to embrace it, especially the diner's female owner.
Jane Foster hurried to her feet, apologizing to everyone as she picked up the larger shards from the floor.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"I just thought the drink tasted good. I wanted another."
"Couldn't you just..."
Before she could finish, several black sedans appeared outside the diner and screeched to a halt.
Several people stepped out. The most conspicuous was a man carrying a round shield.
"Captain, are you really not going to reconsider? This is your best chance to challenge a god, fair and square. You won't get another opportunity this good."
Even Captain America, Rogers, couldn't help grumbling inwardly at Yang Bo's words.
You must have some misunderstanding about what 'fair and square' means.
He shook his head and said, "Mr. Yang Bo, I currently have no quarrel with this Thor you mentioned. I don't want to get into a fight with him."
"Great strength isn't meant for brawling!"
Yang