Thor slid back a few feet, boots carving into the muddy ground. The impact of Steve's punch cracked like a thunderclap through the rain-soaked forest. Lightning flashed above them, painting the scene in white and blue.
"You are strong, midgardian," Thor said, his voice a mix of surprise and respect. "But that armor will not save you from a god's wrath!"
Steve didn't answer. He surged forward, shield reforming on his arm just as Mjolnir came crashing down. The two weapons collided in a massive shockwave that sent trees toppling and sparks flying in all directions.
Clint soared overhead, wings cutting through the storm winds. "You two look like you're trying to end the forest, not save the world!" he shouted, loosing another volley of dark-energy arrows.
The arrows whistled through the air and exploded around Thor in bursts of violet light. The god of thunder raised his arm, lightning bursting outward in all directions to destroy them mid-flight—but that gave Steve the opening he needed.
He dashed forward, Aegis pulsing bright blue. His punch connected with Thor's chest again, launching the Asgardian backward through a tree. Wood splintered, and a wave of rain-drenched leaves scattered through the air.
Thor hit the ground hard, but he was already standing before the dust settled. His eyes glowed brighter, lightning wrapping around him like chains of fire. "Enough tricks!" he roared.
He thrust Mjolnir toward the sky. The clouds swirled violently, and a bolt of lightning thicker than a tree trunk slammed down onto his hammer. The power exploded outward—an ocean of electricity sweeping across the ground.
Steve dug in, Aegis forming a full-body barrier. The lightning smashed against it like a storm against a cliff, sparks flying around him. Clint barely dodged above, wings smoking from the edge of the blast.
When the light faded, Steve pushed forward, steam rising from his armor. His eyes were steady. "You're not my enemy, Thor," he said, voice calm but firm. "But I will stop you if I have to."
Thor roared back "As if you can!"
He lunged again. Mjolnir swung low—Steve blocked, sparks flying. A second strike came high—Steve ducked, then countered with a knee to Thor's ribs, sending the god stumbling. Clint dropped in behind Thor, firing a point-blank shot that exploded into a burst of shadow energy.
The blast staggered Thor, forcing him to one knee. But before either man could move, Mjolnir shot back to Thor's hand with a sonic boom.
He slammed it into the ground. Lightning exploded in a circular wave, tossing Clint into the air and shattering Steve's shield into fragments of blue light. Steve rolled back, landing hard, armor dented and smoking.
Thor stepped forward, eyes burning like stormfire. "Stand down, Midgardian!"
But Steve stood up again, Aegis repairing itself around him with a low hum. "Can't do that."
Clint swooped back in, wings flaring. "Guess we're doing this the hard way!" he yelled, releasing his strongest arrow yet—a black spear of energy that streaked like a comet.
Thor raised Mjolnir and struck the arrow midair. The explosion that followed lit up the entire forest—a sphere of lightning and shadow colliding, thunder splitting the sky.
When the dust cleared, Thor stood in the center of a smoking crater, panting lightly. Steve and Clint were on the edges—burned, bruised, but still standing.
For a moment, no one moved. Then Steve lowered his guard, taking a step forward through the rain. "We're not your enemies, Thor," he said again. "Loki's going to answer for what he did. Let us take it from here."
Thor looked at him, eyes flickering with inner conflict. The storm began to quiet, lightning fading into distant rumbles. Finally, Thor lowered Mjolnir.
"Very well," he said, his voice softening. "But know this—if Loki brings ruin upon your realm, his punishment will be mine to deliver."
Steve nodded. "Fair enough."
Clint sighed, folding his wings. "Good. Because I'm out of arrows—and patience."
The storm clouds slowly parted above them as the Quinjet returned, lights cutting through the fading rain. Thor looked up, his expression calm now, almost regretful.
"Your courage is worthy of Asgard," he said quietly. "But your stubbornness will get you killed."
Steve smiled faintly. "We've heard that one before."
"Still, I want to go with you—to keep an eye on him," Thor said firmly. Then he added, "The Son of Coul knows me."
Both Steve and Clint looked at each other, confused. "Who's the Son of Coul?" Clint asked.
Before either could guess, Coulson's voice came through the comms. "I think he's talking about me. My name's Coulson—so, 'Son of Coul.' It's just how Thor interprets names. Like how he's 'Son of Odin.'"
Steve nodded, now understanding what Thor meant. "Got it. Makes sense… in a godly kind of way."
The three of them turned as the Quinjet descended, its engines roaring softly through the rain. The ramp lowered, wind sweeping across the clearing.
They boarded quickly, and within minutes, the Quinjet rose through the dark clouds, heading straight for the Helicarrier.
When they arrived, the massive flying fortress loomed ahead—its lights cutting through the mist like a city in the sky. As they touched down on the landing deck, the ramp opened again, and they stepped out to find Director Fury waiting, flanked by several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.
"Welcome to Earth, Thor Odinson," Fury said, his voice calm but commanding.
Thor gave a respectful nod. "It is good to meet you again, Director Fury."
Standing beside Fury, Coulson smiled politely. Thor turned to him, nodding as well. "And you, Son of Coul."
Coulson chuckled lightly. "It's Coulson"
"yes, Son of Coul" Thor said nodding as if he undertood, as Coulson sighed.
Fury gestured toward the interior of the Helicarrier. "Let's move. We've got Loki contained and a world problem on our hands. Time to put the pieces together before this gets worse."
As they walked inside, the corridors buzzed with activity—agents monitoring holographic screens, pilots moving between stations, and technicians analyzing readings from the Tesseract.
Thor's gaze hardened as he saw Loki restrained behind reinforced glass in the containment chamber below. "He should not be here. The Tesseract belongs to Asgard—it is not meant for Midgard hands."
Fury looked at him evenly. "Then maybe your brother shouldn't have stolen it."
The silence that followed was thick with tension. Steve stepped forward, breaking it with a steady tone. "We all want the same thing—stop Loki before he starts a war none of us can win."
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