Coulson, who had returned from New Mexico ahead of the others, pushed open the door to Nick Fury's office. His superior was flipping through several documents—the files sent over earlier from Old Bridge Town. They contained a detailed report of everything that had happened, though many details still needed to be filled in by a trusted aide who had witnessed it firsthand.
"I heard you met legendary figures from Norse Mythology in New Mexico?" Fury tapped the desk, a hawk-like chill glinting in his single eye. "Let's hope these people came to Earth with good intentions."
"They called themselves Asgardians. They came looking for their prince lost on Earth, Thor. And that metal hammer which fell on the outskirts of New Mexico was called Mjolnir, a powerful divine artifact forged by dwarves. At first, I thought they were a group of lunatics obsessed with Norse Mythology, but what happened afterward left me no choice but to believe it all..."
Coulson recounted everything he had seen in New Mexico. This was humanity's first contact with a civilization beyond Earth, and Nick Fury listened closely. From his subordinate's account, Asgard's civilization was clearly far more advanced than Earth's. They had mastered spatial travel, supposedly possessed much longer lifespans, and could wield something akin to magical "divine power."
"So they meant no harm. They only came to Earth because a power struggle broke out in Asgard?" the Black director asked skeptically. He had always been deeply wary of unknown civilizations that possessed immense power.
In S.H.I.E.L.D.'s buried secret history, before Fury became director, the entire world had nearly been destroyed without a sound. Extraterrestrial life had arrived on Earth, with an innate ability to disguise themselves and alter their appearance at will, infiltrating every corner of the country. That chapter of history was