"I'll squeeze."
On the Quinjet, aside from Cavalry flying the plane, the other three S.H.I.E.L.D. agents gathered around Thor on the floor of the rear cabin, studying him.
Mockingbird squeezed Thor's arm, which was thicker than her own thigh, with great interest. She found it hard to believe a human could develop muscles like that and wanted to see if they were silicone implants.
But her hand found muscle fibers and tendons, proving that they were genuine muscles. This man was stronger than a bear, and the young Agent Morse was stunned.
"You took down a bear."
She gave Coulson a thumbs-up.
Coulson smiled and shook his head. Holding a syringe as he drew blood from Thor's other arm, he spoke in a voice as gentle as a spring breeze.
"You have no idea how many bears I've taken down. This isn't the first time. It doesn't take much strength, just a little precision and skill."
Thor had already been badly weakened after being submerged and caught up in the battle. At the time, he had been sprawled over the yacht's stern rudder, gasping for breath. Faced with the life preserver suddenly tossed down to him and that friendly, smiling face appearing over the deck railing, he chose to trust without hesitation.
Then, under the kind man's guidance, he squeezed into the tight life preserver and was pulled aboard.
"Thanks!"
"You're welcome."
The smiling man spoke kindly, but then drove a syringe of powerful anesthetic straight into Thor's ass. The God of Thunder, stripped of his divine power and no different from an ordinary man, wore an incredulous expression. But before he could say anything, he let out a little "hic" and passed out.
After that, he was carried onto the plane by the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Once they had picked