"When the portal phenonon and the hamr appeared, they triggered massive atmospheric disturbances. The researchers here recorded everything. Extrely sophisticated equipnt too."
Phil Coulson removed his sunglasses with the expression of a man silently convinced he was doing everyone a favor.
"So we've requisitioned the data. Along with the equipnt."
"Hey! What the hell are you doing? Those are mine!"
The blonde woman nearly exploded.
Jane Foster watched agents carry away machines she had personally designed, calibrated, assembled, and maintained. Her expression looked like soone watching a beloved life's work get fed into a woodchipper.
"This material is classified," Coulson replied calmly. "Ordinary civilians shouldn't be exposed to this level of information."
Trying to argue against the Divine Sword Bureau without political power or superhuman abilities was basically nightmare difficulty.
"You can't just steal private property!" Jane shouted.
The entire lab had been emptied.
Worse, the agents had even organized the place while confiscating everything, leaving the forrly chaotic workspace cleaner than before.
That sohow made her even angrier.
"I truly am sorry, Miss Foster," Coulson said politely while handing her a pre-prepared compensation check. "But we're the good guys."
"We are too!"
Jane gritted her teeth hard enough to crack stone, barely resisting the urge to rip the check in half.
"We were close to a breakthrough with this data! You can't just... hey!"
Coulson paused for two seconds, maintaining his perfectly professional smile.
Then he made a tiny gesture with two fingers.
Two agents in black suits imdiately stepped behind Jane and smoothly removed the notebook from her hands.
"Give that back! Hey!"
"Thank you for your cooperation."
Coulson even inclined his head politely.
To him, it was standard procedure.
To Jane Foster, he looked like a demon in a suit.
An ambulatory natural disaster.
The past two days had already been catastrophic enough.
First, she and her team had chased bizarre atmospheric phenona across the desert in the middle of the night and accidentally hit a strange blond man with their vehicle.
Thankfully, he survived.
Unfortunately, he also seed insane.
He kept babbling about being Thor, son of Odin, God of Thunder.
Which was difficult to take seriously after watching him get dropped by a taser.
Honestly, if the God of Thunder could be folded by a stun gun, it lowered the prestige of mythology as a whole.
Still, she and her colleagues had gone through considerable effort to get him dical attention.
Then she discovered the anomaly data centered around him.
Then she accidentally hit him with her car again.
And now her lab had been raided.
Sure, they'd left money behind.
But in Jane's opinion, that barely improved the situation.
She'd spent years with those machines.
Longer than most relationships lasted.
Given the option, she probably would've happily spent the rest of her life working beside them.
And now they were gone.
"I require a horse!"
"Sorry, buddy. No horses here. We've got cats, dogs, birds..."
"Then provide with a beast suitable for riding!"
The young cashier at the pet store slowly closed his book and looked at the towering blond man in front of him.
"Listen, man. The only thing around here you're riding is the pig behind the butcher shop. Unless you're into other professional services."
Jane spotted the blond stranger standing near the edge of town.
Twice hit by her car.
Claiming to be a god.
Now attempting to purchase a warhorse from a pet store.
At this point she honestly didn't know whether to feel guilty or concerned.
Still, she needed answers.
And she wasn't giving up on her research.
So she approached him again.
Objectively speaking, if he weren't clearly insane, he'd actually make a pretty attractive boyfriend.
Tall.
Handso.
Built like a Norse statue carved by soone with unhealthy obsessions.
Unfortunately, his brain appeared to have taken thunder damage.
Suddenly, alarms scread across the temporary research compound.
Above, black storm clouds churned violently as lightning flashed through the sky.
Rain crashed down in sheets.
Inside the containnt periter, chaos erupted.
"Attention all personnel! We have an intruder! Repeat, we have an intruder!"
Through the translucent temporary barriers, trained Bureau agents were being sent flying like bowling pins.
Thor tore through the facility barehanded, dropping people one punch at a ti.
Then he ran into an actual wall.
Or rather...
A superhero.
Unlike S.H.I.E.L.D., the Divine Sword Bureau possessed an absurd number of enhanced personnel. Even after the two S-Class heroes had departed, replacent superhumans had already arrived on-site.
And this particular hero shut Thor down with shocking ease.
"No!"
Thor struggled violently against the restraints.
He could feel Mjolnir nearby.
"So close..."
"You are under arrest, sir," the superhero said coldly while looking down at him. "Charges include suspected collaboration with hostile monster entities and cris against humanity."
Thor stared at him in disbelief.
"Mortal, you insult a god! I am Thor Odinson! Son of Odin!"
The superhero glanced toward Coulson.
"Either he's genuinely delusional or he's pretending. But that fighting ability definitely wasn't normal."
Coulson nodded slightly.
"We'll take custody from here and begin interrogation procedures..."
Then he stopped mid-sentence.
Rain hamred against the ground.
A black armored figure descended from the storm.
The Dark Knight armor.
Drex Valen.
Coulson imdiately straightened and saluted.
Nearby agents followed instantly.
Even the superhero who'd defeated Thor stared at Drex with naked admiration.
To countless people within the Bureau, Drex Valen wasn't just their director.
He was a living symbol.
The strongest hero on Earth.
The man who always appeared when everything else failed.
A savior wrapped in black steel.
Most superheroes had fans.
All of them combined still probably had fewer followers than Drex alone.
"Release him," Drex said calmly.
"This situation falls under planetary diplomatic protocol."
The agents obeyed instantly.
Thor rose slowly, eyeing Drex with suspicion.
"You know who I am?"
Coulson noticed the shift imdiately.
Drex ignored the question.
"Evacuate all civilians within the surrounding area," he ordered. "Threat classification: Dragon-Level Disaster."
Every agent nearby went pale.
Even Coulson's expression changed.
Only Thor remained confused.
He had absolutely no idea what "Dragon-Level" ant.
Drex finally looked toward him.
"Prince Thor," he said evenly, "you may retrieve your hamr now."
Thunder rolled across the desert like the growl of sothing ancient waking up.
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