Jane Foster's life changed forever two days ago when she struck a supposedly homeless man with her car in the heart of the desert.
The man claimed to be Thor, the Nordic God of Thunder. Naturally, she initially dismissed it as the ramblings of a delusional man. Despite her skepticism, she invited him to stay with her team—Darcy and Dr. Selvig, afterall she had just run him over. Then, out of nowhere SHIELD arrived and confiscated their life's work. To make matters worse, she had accompanied this stranger on his mad quest to retrieve his 'hammer.' He had promised that once he reclaimed his weapon, he would ensure her research was returned.
Of course, that had ended in his arrest. What had she expected? Did she truly believe he was a prince from another world who had come to save her data? She didn't know. However, Dr. Selvig devised a plan to convince SHIELD that Thor was literally insane, and somehow, the ruse worked.
She eventually invited him into her RV. He was tall—impossibly tall. She vividly remembers the mess he walked into; her temporary living situation definitely needed fixing. "Are these your chambers?" he had asked once inside, before she quickly ushered him back out. Jane and Thor then sat by a firepit under the stars.
He had somehow managed to snag her notebook while in SHIELD custody. She was ecstatic; at least now she wouldn't have to start from scratch. Yet, she remained distraught. SHIELD—whoever they were—would likely ensure her research never saw the light of day.
That strange man had somehow managed to cheer her up with his eccentric stories about how the nine realms are connected by Yggdrasil branches. She had listened intently, more fascinated by the man himself than by the content of his tales.
But after that metallic giant attacked the town and the medieval dressed warriors appeared, calling Thor their prince, she realized just how wrong she had been.
In the chaos of the evacuation, the same SHIELD agents who had confiscated her life's work arrived. Jane half-expected them to retreat, but instead, they immediately began coordinating with the locals to clear the streets.
Darcy, her assistant, nudged her and pointed toward a specific agent—the one they had encountered while trying to sneak Thor out of the research facility. He had just hurled a knife directly into the path of the "Destroyer," as Thor called it.
Then, the impossible happened. A figure materialized from the ground up, only to be instantly blasted away by a beam of orange energy. Jane heard Darcy gasp beside her.
"Is he dead!?" Darcy shouted.
Before anyone could answer, a shout echoed from the rubble of a nearby Mexican home: "Water Piercing!"
Multiple streams of highly pressurized water erupted from the wreckage, striking the Destroyer squarely and launching the massive armor backward toward the edge of town. Out of the dust stepped a young man.
Steam hissed from his right arm, purple electricity flickered across his skin, and a strange wheel hovered ominously above his head. He glanced at Jane, then at Darcy, before walking past them to complain to the agent who had thrown the knife.
Jane was still processing the sight when the man vanished in a blur of static, leaving only a faint electrical discharge behind. A distant, heavy thud drew her gaze toward the desert; the Destroyer had been launched even further away from the town. The stranger was intentionally moving the battlefield. Shaking off her shock, Jane refocused—she had to get these people to safety.
Moments later, a massive shockwave rolled through the streets probably from the distant battle.
In the center of a nearby intersection she noticed, Thor stood alone, murmuring what sounded like a prayer. Suddenly, a series of sonic booms thundered from the direction of the SHIELD facility. A bolt of lightning tore through the sky, striking the exact spot where Thor stood.
Everyone in the vicinity went silent. The warrior three and Lady Sif stopped in their tracks, and smiled. As the light faded, Thor stood transformed, clad in his silver-and-red armor. Jane's jaw dropped.
"Oh. My. God," she whispered. And Thor launched himself towards the fight.
Ten minutes later, the dust settled. The fight was over. Thor approached her, accompanied by the mysterious figure from earlier. Now that she could see his face clearly, Jane realized he looked barely twenty years old.
"It's a kid..." Darcy muttered from behind her, staring at the boy and the wheel hovering behind him.
"Or he could be Asgardian," Dr. Selvig noted thoughtfully. "We could be looking at a three-hundred-year-old man."
Jane's focus, however, remained entirely on Thor. He looked... incredible. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, a flush creeping up her neck.
"So... do you always look like that?" she asked.
Thor offered a small, charming smile. "Most of the time."
"It's a good look on you," she added, unable to look away.
"You guys can finish your flirting later... that redhead motherfucker looks like he's leaking Hamburger Helper." He gestured toward Volstagg's stomach. "Anyone critically injured, bring them directly to me. Minor wounds will heal automatically, so don't worry."
"So it's true... you can actually heal fatal wounds," Phil remarked as he approached, he had just confirmed One more of Ethan's abilities, Agent Sitwell was trailing behind him. Ethan glanced at Sitwell. The man was the HYDRA agent within SHIELD. The only reason he hadn't killed Alexander Pierce yet was the suspicion that his death would trigger a global Hydra 'fail-safe' signal, courtesy of Zola—the German AI.
If even a small cell survived, Hydra would eventually resurface; they had done it before. He had confronted Pierce, of course, and Under Tora influence, the Secretary had himself admitted he wasn't aware of every operative inside SHIELD. That data was kept by Zola for the sake of compartmentalization.
"What can I say? I'm a man of many talents," Ethan replied, motioning for Volstagg to lift his armor.
"Are you?" Jane interjected. "I mean, are you even a man? A human?" The question drew stares from everyone nearby. Dr. Selvig raised an eyebrow, though the Warriors Three remained fixated on the closing wound on Volstagg's gut. Lady Sif stood beside Thor, eyeing the eight-headed wheel with visible unease. Just then—click—the wheel turned again. Mahoraga and Ethan had partially adapted to the Odinforce.
"Yes... I am a human," Ethan said, moving past Volstagg to another patient whose arm had been torn off. Severe blood loss would take him soon. "I'm Ethan Park. And you are?" He knew exactly who Jane Foster was, an astrophysicist and Thor's love interest, but a proper introduction never hurt.
" Oh..Yeah, I am Jane Fos..." She replied but paused when she saw the injured limb regrowing.
As he applied the Reverse Cursed Technique, the wound knitted into a clean stump. It didn't stop there; muscles and nerves bloomed, bones elongated, and within seconds, the stump had reformed into a whole hand.
Witnessing the regeneration of a limb—a feat of pure medical marvel—everyone in the vicinity fell into a stunned silence.
Until, that is, Volstagg bellowed, "Odin's Beard!" shattering the quiet. They were used to magical technology knitting superficial cuts and slashes. The Asgardian Healing Pods were legendary for cellular preservation and healing, but limb regeneration remained beyond its reach. Even their most advanced iterations couldn't restore a lost extremity, yet this Midgardian had achieved it with a casual wave of his hand.
Ethan was used to the gasping by now. Hell, a few people in different corners of the world had even tried to build shrines for him once he purified their contaminated lakes or healed their terminally ill.
"That wheel..." Lady Sif spoke next, her eyes shifting toward Thor.
"It could be just a coincidence," Thor tried to reason, though his voice lacked conviction.
"What coincidence?" Darcy asked, wedging her head between the two warriors. It made for a comical sight.
It was Fandral who spoke next. "There is a legend in Asgard about a winged being with an eight-handled wheel atop its head. It severed the right hand of a young Bor Burison, Thor's grandfather, who was forced to escape using the Bifrost. The legends say Bor barely fled Midgard, and while many explorers have tried to locate that being, none have succeeded in the last ten thousand years.It is considered a myth by renowned scholars."
This conversation sparked Ethan's interest; he had read a similar account in Agamotto's records. Atlas Orian must have summoned Mahoraga as a desperate last stand, likely not even knowing what kind of Shikigami would be brought forth against a young Bor. According to the tale, after Bor escaped, Mahoraga must have turned its blade against its summoner, Orian.
"You mean... Mahoraga," Ethan said, turning around as he finished stabilizing the last of the critically injured. The rest would be mended by his RCT disks.
Lady Sif drew her sword halfway, her gaze locking onto Ethan. "Are you connected to that being? Are you drawing upon its cursed power?"
The tension was palpable. Even after ten thousand years, the memory of royal blood being shed remained a stain on Asgardian pride. Sif, known for her fierce loyalty and courageous nature, was a true warrior who lived to protect the royal bloodline.
"Sheathe your sword, fool! If he wanted us dead, why would he heal me?" Volstagg shouted. His booming voice made Sif hesitate. At a firm nod from Thor, she finally sheathed her blade, though she continued to glare at Ethan.
"We do not have time for this. We must stop Loki before he does something irreversible," Thor spoke firmly. He turned toward Ethan. "Thank you, Lightning Warrior. Without you, the casualties would be much higher, and you have restored my friend. I shall reward you once I have dealt with my brother Loki."
"No need. To the victor go the spoils, right? I'll be taking a huge chunk of that armor I just helped defeat. You got a problem with that?" Ethan asked bluntly. He needed his material shortage problems to disappear.
"Yes... of course. I mean, no, you can take it," Thor replied, taken aback by Ethan's directness. The armour was just a hunk of metal in Thor's eyes. Though Agent Coulson grew a raised eyebrow.
"But that metal is useless to you in combat. Only the Dwarves of Nidavellir could reforge it. I can, of course, write a—"
Thor didn't get to finish. Ethan's cursed energy flared, and two massive Nue wings erupted from his back as he took to the sky. With the sun positioned directly behind him, Ethan looked down.
"Don't worry about my weapons, Odinson. And here," Ethan tossed him a box containing his teleporting kunai.
"Consider it a 'thank you,' though I think you'll seldom need it. If you ever find yourself in peril, throw that kunai on the ground with intent, and I will appear a moment later. Now, go deal with your family problem."
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A/N: So how was the chapter?
I have tried again to integrate JJK history and MCU history, let me if you like it or if you don't.
And no, it will not be a big part of the story.
There will be a time skip in next few chapters to Avengers.
I also rewrote Chapter 29 and 30, many of you didn't like it that Ancient One hesitate, so you check it out, though the final result is same."Mahito escapes"
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