Thor sat in Manhattan's famous superhero-themed restaurant, feeling uncomfortable all over. Waiters dressed in all kinds of bizarre costumes, deliberately made up as superheroes, hurried back and forth through the restaurant carrying abundant, delicious food. Occasionally, tourists who had come specifically to see the place would ask to take pictures with them.
As the Registration Act was gradually implemented, superheroes had been pushed to the forefront of public debate, with news outlets and newspapers fiercely discussing them every day. The owner of this restaurant was clearly a smart man. Seeing the business opportunity, he had quickly seized on the trend and attracted plenty of customers.
"Sir, would you like to order something? We have sandwiches and our signature burgers. How about Mexican tacos?"
A waiter dressed in an old-fashioned Stars and Stripes Uniform, bearing more than a slight resemblance to Captain America, approached with an attentive smile.
"I'm waiting for someone. Leave... I don't need anything for now."
Thor, the mighty god of thunder who had conquered the Nine Realms, coughed twice and tried to rein in the arrogant bearing of an Asgardian Prince.
For once, he had taken off his eye-catching, imposing armor and put on a black formal suit. Yet this formal attire only made him look even stranger sitting in a superhero-themed fast-food restaurant.
Thor felt uncomfortable as well, as though his large frame had been stuffed into a tiny casing, leaving him awkward all over. He touched the umbrella at his side and waited for the girl he had been longing to see.
"Sorry, I'm a little late." Jane, wearing a floral dress, hurried over on clicking heels and sat down.
The astronomer, who had now risen to prominence in academic circles, wore an embarrassed expression. She looked around at their surroundings and thought to herself,