"Smack!"

A glass smashed on the ground and shattered.

Steve at the table picked up the wine glass in his hand and drank half a glass of vodka in one gulp. After drinking, he waved his glass and slammed it on the ground, splashing the slag of glass on the square pattern floor of the restaurant.

"Steve! I tell you, my father was actually very great! But! I really think he's old! Two or three thousand years have passed, and he has been erased by time from the heart of battle! He also lost his enterprising spirit! Thor picked up the bottle and poured a glass for Steve, then for himself, "This glass, to the glory of my father Odin!" ”

Without saying a word, Steve picked up the full wine glass on the table, put it to his lips, and took a sip!

"Refreshing! Steve, you're the first earthling I've ever seen so cheerful! Seeing that Steve was drinking without pretending, Thor patted Steve on the shoulder hard, and then dropped the glass in his hand as well.

Steve glanced at his backpack, picked up the finished wine glass and slammed it to the ground, everything in his mouth was tasteless, "Smack! ”

With a backpack, Steve never wanted to get drunk in his life, unless, he really wanted to get drunk.

"Thor, don't you want to prove yourself to your father again?" Steve pressed Thor's hand as he continued to pour the wine.

A Thor of the Eternal Lands of Asgard, now on Earth he resembles a vagabond, with long, mud-stained blond hair and dusty clothes.

If Steve hadn't seen the Thor movie, he would have been as clueless as the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who roamed the streets like headless flies looking for a Thor to descend on Earth.

After all......

Who would have thought that a person who is similar to a tramp would be a god?

In people's hearts, they either think that there are no gods in the world, just myths and stories made up by people, or they think that gods must be very radiant, and the clothes they wear are all golden.

No one ever associates a god with a tramp because there is no common denominator.

Thor raised his hand vigorously, and Steve, who was holding the wine bottle, couldn't move at all, and the wine bottle in his palm was pinched out by him.

"Thor, if you want to drink, I can buy you a drink that you can't finish drinking for the rest of your life!" Steve pressed Thor's hand, clenched his teeth at Thor, and looked up with slightly red eyes, "But, are you really willing to do this?" ”

Questioned by Steve, Thor let go of half of the vodka bottle in his hand, which rolled around on the table until it fell to the ground and shattered.

Thor smiled helplessly at Steve, leaning back on the back of his chair, his reddish eyes staring at the restaurant's dusty and cobwebbed ceiling.

"What else can I do? I had completely lost all of my father's expectations, and I could tell that he was angry. ”

"Your weapon, Thor's hammer is nearby......"

"I said it!! I've lost my powers!! Lost Thor's power!! I can't afford to pick up a weapon that has been fighting with me for more than a thousand years!! I lost all the expectations that my father and mother had expected of me!! I'm a now......" Thor glared at Steve, who was sitting to his right, his eyes bloodshot.

Syllable!

The sonic boom resounded through the streets.

In the dining room where Steve and Thor were drinking together, napkins, tablecloths, and notes danced in the air and landed in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with shattered glass shards.

In the wall across the street, a vagabond-like figure was embedded in it.

"What I want is Thor, who is cheered up and beats your brother with S.H.I.E.L.D., not an incompetent and angry drunkard." Steve rubbed his fist-swinging right hand and pushed away the shattered table in front of him with his foot, "At the very least, you have to give the heavy-minded guys in S.H.I.E.L.D. a little hope!" They can help you with all their might! ”

"How can you make those S.H.I.E.L.D. agents believe that you can get a lot of benefits after helping you!"

Walking out of the street, Steve put on an iron armor and slapped away a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who was rushing at him with a pistol, and walked step by step in front of Thor, who was punched away by him.

"Hey, Thor, I hope I didn't punch you." Steve grabbed Thor by the collar and pulled him out of the wall, "Now, are you a little more awake?" ”

Thor limped and let Steve hold him, "Shoot me." ”

Steve bent over Thor's lifeless gaze, for a second, two seconds......

"Forget it, kill a god who doesn't even have the courage to challenge himself again, and dirty my hands." Steve let go of Thor's shoulder, took out a stack of dollars from his trouser pocket, and squatted down on Thor's body, "That's enough money for you to buy a set of clothes that fit, and then let you take a shower, and go to the people who are all over the street with pictures of your weapons, if you want to try again, if you can regain your strength, otherwise, it's enough for you to drink for half a month." ”

Thor didn't say a word, just pressed the money Steve gave him tightly to his chest, gritting his teeth.

Steve turned to leave, and before he could take two steps, Thor collapsed on the ground and spoke, "Steve, thank you, but I'm now, useless...... I'm sorry. ”

"You don't have to say sorry to me, everyone has a low point, it's just that some people stand up, and some people never get up." Steve didn't look back, "At least, I believe that you, a god, are stronger than us earthlings, and perhaps, your father Odin has been keeping an eye on you." ”

Steve glanced across the street, where Jane Foster was watching him under the protection of three or four S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in black suits.

Jane Foster stood behind the four S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, opened her mouth to Steve and said a word, carefully fiddling a slingshot gesture with her hand.

The streets were already crowded with people, ordinary people, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, and some police.

Steve took two steps and suddenly turned back to Thor on the ground and shouted, "Thor! There's a piece of news I forgot to tell you! Your father is already asleep, and if nothing else, this is the last time he sleeps in this life, and you, the god of thunder, are on earth and can't even see his last face. ”

It was so loud that Steve deliberately said it so that everyone on the street could hear it.

"He's Thor? Isn't it like that? A S.H.I.E.L.D. agent protecting Jane Foster muttered to himself, his face under his sunglasses full of disbelief.

Hearing Steve's words, Thor was agitated, stood up from the ground suddenly, and chased after Steve, "Steve, what are you talking about!" ”

But around the corner of an alley, Steve had just turned into the alley, and Thor was on his heels, but Steve was no longer in sight.

Thor clung to the wall and yelled at the alley in front of him, "Steve! You come out! Tell me! What you say is not the truth!! ”

"Steve! You're out! My father, he is the King of God in the Eternal Land!! How could it be !! ”

When the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents across the street heard this, the four of them shook at the same time, and they all took out their communicators and reported to Coulson at the Thor's Hammer base that Thor had been found.

Steve walked through the underground passage he had dug up these nights, listened to Thor's roar overhead, and said with a smile: "That's right, Thor, that's it, full of anger, full of inquisitive energy, give Nick Fury a little hope." ”

In the deep underground tunnel, Steve's voice traveled far away, "Failure is the mother of success, despair is the father of hope, Thor, come on!" ”

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