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(Thor watched from the sidelines, his heart a cold, heavy stone in his chest. He was mortal, powerless, a spectator to a battle for the fate of a world he had once called his to protect. He saw the Destroyer's faceplate ignite, the cosmic energy gathering for a final, lethal blast aimed directly at the downed Lady Sif. He wanted to scream, to charge forward, to do something—but he was just a man.
Just as the high-temperature pulse beam erupted, a flash of sapphire-blue shot between Sif and the blast. A figure, clad in a sleek, living bio-suit, materialized, a hastily formed shield of the same blue material absorbing the brunt of the attack. The shield boiled and hissed under the immense energy, and the figure began to slide backward under the relentless pressure.
"It's you!" Thor exclaimed in shocked recognition. It was the man from the crater, the one who had lifted his hammer.
The defense was faltering. But then, from the sky, a whirlwind of black and silver locusts descended. The micro-drones swarmed over the blue-suited figure, assembling with a series of sharp, metallic clicks. A sleek, black mechanical armor formed over the bio-suit, and the Arc Reactor in Aidan's chest flared to life, a miniature star against the chaos, feeding immense power into the integrated systems.
Surging with newfound energy, Aidan dug his heels in and began to advance step-by-step, pushing back against the Destroyer's searing heat blast. He raised his free hand, and one of his neural-guided arrows launched forward, an electrified spearhead aimed at the automaton's chest. Yet, unlike the human flesh and simple steel it had met before, the arrow screamed as it made contact with the Destroyer's Uru metal armor, ricocheting harmlessly away.
The Destroyer's head glowed red once more. Reacting instantly, Aidan angled his new Adamantium shield, deflecting the full force of the energy beam sideways. The blast tore through a nearby building, which erupted in a deafening explosion of brick and fire. As the Destroyer prepared another pulse, Aidan hurled his shield with all his might.
CLANG!
The circular shield spun through the air like a discus, striking the Destroyer's head just as it was about to fire. The impact jerked the automaton's head to the side, interrupting the attack. The shield rebounded perfectly, flying back into Aidan's waiting hand. For a fleeting moment, he couldn't resist striking a pose, his mind flashing to images of Captain America. This would be so much cooler with a hammer, he thought.
He charged his palm repulsor and fired a point-blank blast. The Destroyer staggered back a single step, its metallic hide unscratched. A stalemate. Aidan had the speed and defensive capability to survive, but he lacked a weapon powerful enough to do any real damage. At the same time, the Destroyer's raw power was being effectively neutralized by Aidan's tactical agility.
"By Odin's beard," Volstagg muttered in amazement, leaning on Fandral for support. "Who is that mortal?"
"I'm not sure," Thor replied, his eyes locked on the impossible fight, his mind racing. "But he is probably this world's finest warrior."
"When this is over," Volstagg grinned despite his injuries, "I must share a keg of mead with that man!"
The stalemate gave Thor an idea. A terrible, necessary plan. "My friends," he said suddenly, turning to the four battered Asgardians. "You must return to Asgard. Use the Bifrost. Stop Loki before it is too late."
"What about you, Thor?" Sif asked, her voice filled with anxiety.
"He is here for me," Thor said, his gaze fixed on the Destroyer. "I have a plan. Do not worry." Seeing that they were in no condition to continue the fight, they reluctantly agreed, moving to help Jane and the others evacuate the immediate area.
Then, to their shock, Thor dropped his makeshift shield and walked calmly onto the battlefield. "Stop this… my friend… my brother!" he called out, his voice clear and strong.
The Destroyer halted its attack and turned its glowing, featureless face to him. Aidan paused as well, welcoming the break, his mind furiously trying to find a way to damage the enchanted armor. He couldn't help but stare at it with envy.
"Thank you for your help," Thor said, casting a complex look at Aidan, the man who had briefly held his hammer. "But he came for me. Let me handle this."
"You could at least tell me its weak point," Aidan said with a shrug, breaking the silence.
"You would need to pierce its armor, or overwhelm it with a superior energy source to destroy it from within," Thor replied gravely. "And with all due respect, my friend… you can do neither." The Destroyer's armor was Uru, an enchanted metal that could only be damaged by a stronger substance or immense cosmic power.
"But I can fight it all day," Aidan said with a confident smirk.
"No," Thor answered solemnly. "This is between my brother and me." He turned and walked straight up to the towering automaton, looking like a child before a giant. "Brother," he began, his voice full of a sorrow and love that echoed across the ruined street, "whatever I have done to wrong you, whatever I have done to cause all of this… I am truly sorry."
He looked up at the impassive machine. "But these people are innocent. Killing them will gain you nothing." The Destroyer's face ignited again, heat and light gathering for the final blow. Thor stood firm, no fear in his eyes, only a profound sense of peace. "So if it will end this… then kill me."
The Destroyer remained still. The glowing furnace in its face slowly dimmed. Its armor plates shifted. It was hesitating. It turned, as if to leave.
But just as a flicker of hope appeared on Thor's face, the Destroyer whipped back around and smashed him with a brutal, open-handed backhand. The smile hadn't even faded from Thor's lips before he was sent flying, crashing hard to the ground several meters away. He lay motionless, broken and dying.
"Thor!" Jane screamed, tearing free from the others and running to his side, collapsing in grief.
The Destroyer glanced at Aidan, then turned to leave, its mission complete. But at that very moment, the sky darkened. A sound like a tearing shriek hurtled through the clouds, a crack of thunder heading straight for Thor. Mjolnir. It slammed into his open palm with the force of a meteor, and a wave of divine lightning surged through his body. He awakened. Power coursed through him like a divine storm, his mortal clothes incinerated and replaced by his shimmering Asgardian armor and flowing red cape.
He rose to his feet, a living tempest of lightning, wind, and fury. The moment he rose, the Destroyer was done for. He became a whirlwind of destruction, pounding the machine with cosmic lightning until a miniature tornado formed around it, lifting it into the air before Thor brought it crashing down with a final, massive bolt of lightning that shattered its form into a heap of smoldering, enchanted metal.
"Leave the armor intact!" Aidan shouted from below. "I've got plans for it!"
As he watched Thor reclaim his godhood, Aidan's mind was already far in the future. He wanted to go to Asgard. He wanted to learn from the Dwarves of Nidavellir, the master craftsmen who had forged the Infinity Gauntlet and Mjolnir itself. He dreamed of crafting a divine weapon of his own. But he knew he wasn't strong enough yet. His path was clear. First, finish the Resident Evil movie to secure his next System objective. Then, make his way to Kamar-Taj to study magic under the tutelage of the Ancient One. Only then, once he had achieved a true mastery of both science and sorcery, would he be ready for the greater cosmos. He had to be. In a world where threats like Ultron were an inevitability, he knew his technology alone might not be enough. The System had given him an affinity for both magic and tech for a reason. One was the body of his power; the other had to become its soul.