In New Mexico, in a small town called Puente Antiguo surrounded by barren land, things had not been quiet lately.
First, a strange, multicolored aurora appeared just outside the town. Then, directly beneath that aurora, a bizarre hammer fell from the sky like a meteor, crashing into the earth and leaving a deep crater behind.
What surprised people even more was that the hammer looked light, yet no one could lift it.
After this series of events, S.H.I.E.L.D. had already sent personnel to secure the hammer and search for clues. Leaving aside the fact that Harry was currently riding in a car on the way to the race venue, let us talk about Thor—now exiled to Earth—who had already begun the first steps of his destined journey.
Thor Odinson, the God of Thunder, had escaped from a mental hospital and was staring blankly at everything new around him. Even though he found these strange sights intriguing, the discomfort in his heart was far greater. It was the uneasiness of losing all power.
After escaping, he fully understood his situation. His divine power was gone. Every part of him was now ordinary—painfully, frustratingly vulnerable. For someone who once commanded storms, this was a cruel fact.
Thor looked at the cars passing by him in constant streams. Although he felt no fear, he was thoroughly lost.
Boom!
A car reversed suddenly, knocking to the ground a blond man in a hospital gown who happened to walk behind it. The man lay still, seemingly knocked unconscious.
"Oh no!"
The owner of the car was a blonde beauty with large eyes, a high and elegant nose, and red lips that made her look especially striking. Her natural intelligence added an irresistible charm.
Jane Foster closed her eyes, annoyed with herself. She felt she had been extremely unlucky lately.
Last night, she had run into a mysterious blond man who seemed to fall out of that strange aurora in the sky. And today she had hit another blond man.
"I am definitely going to church tomorrow," Jane muttered through clenched teeth.
Erik Selvig and Darcy Lewis jumped out of the car quickly, rushing to the back to check on the injured blond man.
"Oh. This is really meant to be," Darcy said, stunned.
Jane followed behind. When she heard Darcy's words, she frowned—but once she saw the blond man lying on the ground, she suddenly felt Darcy had said the most correct words of her entire life.
"We have to take him back. I want to know why he was in that cloud," she said as she stepped forward to help the blond man up, speaking to Erik and Darcy.
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At the Monaco F1 race scene.
Wearing oversized sunglasses, Harry rested his chin on one hand, quietly sipping orange juice through a straw as he sat by a small round table. His half-lowered eyelids showed how bored he was, and not even the extremely attractive woman sitting across from him could catch his interest.
Not far from Harry, Tony was verbally sparring with Justin Hammer—though "sparring" was being generous. Harry had no interest in that impatient show-off. He finished the orange juice in one gulp, raised a finger, lowered his sunglasses to reveal his light blue eyes, and called out:
"Hey!"
"What is it? Do you need something?" Natasha, sitting opposite him, lifted her head with a bright smile when she heard him.
"Give it to me," Harry said, his eyes glancing at her with a spark that seemed to say, 'You really can't pay attention to me, even when I'm sitting across from a gorgeous woman like you?'
"Give what to you?" Natasha asked, momentarily confused but still smiling.
"Well, since you're not drinking it anyway." Harry pointed at the untouched glass of orange juice in front of Natasha.
"You want this?" Natasha raised a brow at him. Then, under Harry's surprised gaze, she picked up the glass, tipped back her head, and downed the entire drink in one go.
"Sorry. Nothing left," Natasha said, shaking the empty glass at him with a smile.
"You…" Harry pointed at her, speechless.
"Hey! Harry! Done chatting yet? That guy is so annoying. He's wasting my time."
Tony strolled over with a glass of wine, wearing a mischievous grin as he spoke.
Harry didn't respond. He simply pushed aside the empty cup and stood up.
"Okay, okay, I'll stop," Tony said, raising his hands in surrender, though the wicked smile stayed on his face.
"Let's go. It's about to start." Harry patted Tony's shoulder and walked out.
Tony pouted at Natasha, then followed behind him.
As Harry passed through the crowd, he nodded at Pepper, who was standing there with puffed cheeks and folded arms, looking entirely upset.
"Mr. Osborne, you're participating in this crazy race too?" Pepper blocked Harry's path and asked.
"Yes. Tony invited me," Harry said.
"Really, Tony?" Pepper huffed. "He told me to wait for him here, so I thought he came to watch the race! He's been unreliable before, but I didn't think he'd be this—ugh!" Pepper waved her hands in exasperation, then sighed helplessly.
Lately, Tony had been acting strange—handing control of Stark Industries to her, trying to sign over his shares like making a will. All of it made Pepper terribly worried.
"Mr. Osborne, it's you! I'm Justin Hammer. Surely you've heard my name?" Justin Hammer walked up at that moment, wearing a broad smile as he stuck out his hand eagerly.
"Well, no. Haven't heard of it." Harry nodded, stepped around Justin's hand, and walked right past him, leaving Justin frozen with an awkward expression.
Tony, trailing behind, looked delighted by the spectacle. He passed by with a smirk and added his own snide remark for good measure.
On the racetrack, Harry—dressed in a black racing suit—jumped into the driver's seat.
"Harry! Get ready to eat my dust! Hahaha!"
Tony's voice boomed through the earpiece, and Harry laughed, gripping the gear lever.
"We'll see about that."
Boom!
The moment the signal sounded, Harry instantly shifted gears. His black racecar shot forward like an arrow, leaving the bowstring.
"Tony, you're the one eating dust now," Harry laughed into the mic.
Though his physical strength couldn't push the car beyond its mechanical limits, his superhuman reflexes let him react the instant the race began.
With that unfair advantage, Tony's red car naturally inhaled Harry's exhaust.
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