Thor opened his arms and slightly raised his chin.
He was prepared to receive respect.
As Son of Odin and the sole legitimate heir to the throne of Asgard, even if he temporarily loses his divine power, he is not someone these mortals can underestimate.
The lab was silent for a few seconds.
No one knelt down, and no one exclaimed in surprise.
Thor maintained his dignified posture, showing no sign of urgency.
It's normal for these Midgardian to be a little slow to react when they first see a real god.
Another ten seconds or so passed.
Thor's arms were getting a little sore.
He still hadn't let go, but quietly opened one eye and looked ahead.
Then he realized that nobody was looking at him.
Tony stood in front of the holographic screen, his hands moving rapidly, and a huge asset valuation table appeared in the air.
"The Crown Prince of Asgard, first in line to the throne, theoretically possesses the right to inherit a portion of the assets of the Nine Realms."
Tony tapped the screen and said seriously, "The question now is, can these alien assets be used as collateral on Earth?"
Coulson stood to the side, a glint of light in his eyes.
" S.H.I.E.L.D.. can handle diplomatic authentication."
How much are you planning to take?
Fifty percent.
"You're robbing me!"
" S.H.I.E.L.D.. needs to take on the risks of alien diplomacy."
Tony sneered, "The risks are all in my building, the equipment is mine, even the finance courses are provided by me. You've only sent one agent with a receding hairline."
Coulson's smile froze for a moment.
" Mr. Stark, personal attacks will not affect the revenue sharing ratio."
"Then ten percent."
"Forty."
"Twelve."
Thirty-five.
"Fifteen, I can also give you a hair transplant discount coupon."
Coulson took a deep breath.
He really wanted to tell Tony that he only had a slightly wider forehead and that he was still a long way from needing a hair transplant.
But since it involved S.H.I.E.L.D..'s funding for the next few decades, he tolerated it.
Thirty, that's the bottom line.
"Make a deal."
Tony promptly extended his hand.
Coulson was stunned.
He suddenly realized he had agreed too quickly.
On the other side, Thor still had his arms outstretched.
He glanced at Tony, then at Coulson, his stern expression gradually turning into bewilderment.
"Mortals, what are you discussing?"
"Discuss how to get your father to pay."
Tony said without turning his head, "Don't worry, you just need to sign, and the rest will be handled by the professionals."
"Presumptuous!"
Thor abruptly lowered his arm, roaring, "The wealth of Asgard is not for mortals to covet!"
"Then you should pay back the 140 million first."
"..."
Thor opened his arms again.
"I allow you to continue to venerate the gods."
As long as he pretends not to hear, the debt doesn't exist.
Coulson had already pulled out his communicator, ready to report the message to Fury.
S.H.I.E.L.D.. has suffered heavy losses recently, and the fight against Hydra has burned through a large sum of money.
If we can establish connections with Asgard and collect some royal administration fees along the way, next year's budget report will look much better.
That's enough.
Chen Mo spat out the grape skins from his mouth and looked up at Coulson.
" Tony might squeeze some money out of this idiot, but your Black Nick Fury chief might not be so lucky."
Coulson pressed the communicator.
"Mr. Chen Mo, the director simply wants to control the risk."
"I think the main risk comes from your bureau chief; he's not a good person."
Coulson did not answer.
Because S.H.I.E.L.D.. could indeed do that.
An alien prince who fell from the sky possesses physical abilities Superman and is accompanied by an unanalyzable weapon.
No intelligence agency would arrange just a friendly meeting.
Chen Mo picked up a grape and casually tossed it into his mouth.
"You'd better think carefully before you take any action against him."
"Although he looks like a homeless man in debt now, his father is the God-King of the Nine Realms."
Chen Mo then pointed at Thor.
"If you really kill someone, Odin can come down the Bifrost in the next second. What will fall won't be a lawyer's letter, but the entire Asgard fleet."
Coulson's smile vanished.
"They have the capability to destroy the Earth?"
"The Earth also has its own guardians, but that's not necessarily true."
Chen Mo thought for a moment, "But erasing the S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters from the map or burning down a few continental plates shouldn't be too difficult."
Coulson broke out in a cold sweat.
This level of risk is indeed beyond S.H.I.E.L.D. handle.
"I need to contact the bureau chief."
Coulson strode to a corner of the lab and activated the encrypted communication.
Fury's one eye soon appeared on the screen.
"How's the situation?"
"Chief, we may need to adjust our handling plan."
"Reason."
"The target's father may possess the ability to destroy the Earth."
Fury was silent for two seconds.
"Did Stark tell you that?"
"Mr. Chen Mo."
Silence fell again on the other end of the communication.
Fury may not trust Tony, but he cannot ignore Chen Mo's warning.
After all, that guy had already proven with his actions that the dangers he spoke of were usually much more serious than he described.
Two minutes later, Coulson put away his communicator and came back.
" S.H.I.E.L.D.. has agreed to allow Stark Industries to temporarily house the target, but we need to monitor the situation throughout."
Tony raised an eyebrow.
"In other words, the alien prince's transformation program has officially begun."
"What transformation program?"
Thor frowned.
Tony snapped his the Snap.
Two mechanical arms descended from the ceiling, pressing down on Thor's shoulders, one on each side.
"Mortal, what do you want now?"
"Supplementing basic education."
Half an hour later.
Thor sat expressionless in the chair, his eyes devoid of light.
The screen in front of him was displaying Green Lantern rules on a loop.
"Stop at red lights, go at Green Lantern."
One dollar equals one hundred cents.
"Payment is required to purchase goods."
Taking goods without permission constitutes theft.
Thor's lips trembled slightly.
He had fought across the Nine Realms for over a thousand years and had never experienced such cruel torment.
"Answer the questions."
Tony stood to the side, holding a pointer, and asked, "What should you do at a red light?"
"Charge!"
"Mistake."
"The warriors of Asgard never cease their charge!"
Tony raised his hand and tapped on the children's traffic safety animation again.
Thor's expression changed.
"Stop!"
"Very good, next question: Why do we have to pay for food?"
"Because the despicable merchant refused to offer food to the gods."
"Well, I'll just assume you understand."
Tony turned off the screen and signaled the robotic arm to release.
Thor staggered to his feet.
He thought the torment was finally over, but then he saw Happy already waiting at the elevator door.
Send him to Brooklyn.
Tony handed him a tracker. "No money on him. Let him experience the life of an ordinary person in Midgard."
"Etc."
Thor took a wary step back. "Where are you taking me?"
Happy glanced at the big guy covered in dust.
"Don't worry, it's a great place for you."
Not long after.
A black luxury car was parked on a street in Brooklyn.
The car door opened, and Thor was pushed out.
"Mortals, return!"
He turned around, but the luxury car had already sped away.
Thor stood on the street, looking at the crowded people and unfamiliar shops around him, and for the first time felt completely lost.
The underground laboratory of Stark Tower.
Chen Mo leaned against the monitor screen, watching Thor walk towards a hot dog stand.
He pointed at the hot dogs on the hot plate, regaining some of his crown prince dignity.
"Merchant, give me ten portions of food."
The boss looked up and glanced at him.
Fifty dollars.
"Put it on the account of Son of Odin."
Pay first.
"I don't have your banknotes."
"Then get out of here."
Thor glared at him, and the boss glared back without hesitation.
The two stared at each other, neither willing to back down.
Chen Mo stroked his chin.
"Aren't you going a bit overboard by letting a fool who even tries to run a red light live alone in New York?"
Tony crossed his arms.
Don't worry, he will learn to respect the rules of the earth.
The moment he finished speaking, the footage on the surveillance camera changed.
Three men with bulging waists walked up to the hot dog stand and deliberately bumped into Thor.
Before he could even get angry, the three of them had already pushed him into a side alley.
That area happens to be a blind spot for surveillance cameras.
The burly man with the tattooed arms pulled out a switchblade and pressed it against Thor's thick neck.
"Big guy, hand over your valuables."
Thor looked down at his knife, then looked up at the three of them.
His eyes gradually brightened.
Finally, a few reasonable ordinary people arrived.