Chapter 192: Lamppost and God (Part 2)

"Oh my god, you guys finally came." When Seeing Natasha walked out of the room, her face was very bad. You rarely see this irritable and helpless expression on this female agent's face.

"Oh, Captain Steve, why are you here? Didn't I only call a psychologist?" Seeing Natasha just closed the door, and as soon as she turned her head, she saw the tall Steve. Steve also said with some difficulty: "Actually, the psychologist didn't come, only I came."

"Only you? Then how do you plan to deal with that mental patient? Don't blame me for not reminding you, he is really sick." Seeing Natasha was obviously a bit angry. She said: "A stupid guy with male chauvinism is too stupid. He actually said I am not strong enough??? Let me find a strong warrior to talk to him???"

"Didn't you let him learn the power of Black Widow?"

"You'll know when you go in." Seeing Natasha glanced at the door and continued: "But I still have to say, try not to have a conflict with him. Nick just called me and said he is very important, hoping that agents can communicate with him rationally."

"Don't worry." Steve smiled at Seeing Natasha while pushing the door open and said: "I am not such a violent person."

As soon as he walked in, he saw a very tall blonde man retching against the wall. Obviously, the Black Widow, who was angered by him, gave him some pepper spray.

Steve clicked his tongue. S. H. I. E. L. D.'s pepper spray is not a small-power product circulating in the market, but anyone with a nose will definitely be disgusted if they get hit.

He pressed the earphone in his ear, and then said to the tall man: "Hello."

Hearing the movement, the man stopped retching and turned around. He brushed his long golden hair behind his ear, looked Steve up and down, and then said in a buzzing voice: "This one is not bad, worth a fight."

"Human! Report your name! I am Thor Odinson from Asgard!"

His voice was very loud, making Steve's head ache, but he still smiled friendly and said: "My name is Steve, Steve Rogers."

Thor walked over, grabbed the railing in the middle of the room and said: "The woman just now was really too thin and weak, and she actually dared to call me a patient!"

He shook the railing and said: "Let me out, human! You are disrespecting the future master of the Nine Realms!"

"Let's not talk about this first." Steve also looked at Thor and said: "Do you want to change your clothes?"

Thor was wearing a suit of medieval armor, and he was wearing a helmet on his head, but I don't know if it was because his face landed first, the helmet was severely deformed, and the suit of armor was also broken into pieces. The lining of the armor became tattered cloth strips, and it was stained with a lot of mud. You wouldn't necessarily have this miserable situation if you came back from another soldier on the medieval battlefield.

Thor snorted coldly and said: "Heroes on the battlefield never care about their appearance, they only speak with the heads of enemies!"

Steve didn't understand this sentence, because the English Thor used was mixed with the tone of Old English, and some self-created words from nowhere, sounding like the transliteration of another language. Steve had only slept for decades, not thousands of years. This tone that had been eliminated by the human language system really made Steve's head big.

"Alright, can you tell me how you came here?" Steve spread his hands and said: "You fell from the sky suddenly, smashed many houses, your weapon is still occupying the yard of a household, and more importantly, because of your fall, 13 people are now lying in the hospital."

Thor waved his hand impatiently and said: "That's because you humans are too weak, you are not warriors at all, and you don't have the belief of sacrificing your life at all. In Asgard, you either die or climb up and continue to fight..."

Even if Steve only understood half of it, his face still darkened. Captain America's temper has always been good. There are not many things that can make him angry, but obviously, this Thor stepped on all his thunder mines.

He opened the door of the railing separating this room and walked in. In fact, Steve was not as tall as Thor, let alone as burly, but the two of them had a similar temperament. Thor obviously saw this too and asked: "It seems that you are also a warrior, and the more heroic kind among humans."

Steve's face just eased a little, and Thor continued: "But that is also meaningless. When I came here a long time ago, I found that you only point your butcher knives at your own people. This is shameful in Asgard. Your record is not worth boasting about."

Steve took a deep breath. He pressed the earphone and said: "Dr. Shiler, can the consultation start? I'm afraid if I drag it on for a while, I will really be unable to help but punch him."

Shiler's voice came from the earphone, and he said: "I'm afraid you have to endure it for a while longer, his information is useful."

Thor stood with his hands on his hips, standing in the room, staring at Steve and said: "What are you muttering about? Don't play those little tricks! That is useless to the warriors of Asgard!"

Thor's voice was really loud, making Steve a bit tinnitus, but he still followed the prepared questions and said: "The hammer about 7 kilometers away is your weapon, right?"

"Yes, that is Mjolnir, born in the extinguished sun and the dwarf's furnace fire! The branches of the World Tree gave it new life! The blessing of the Father of All Gods gave it power!"

Steve directly skipped this aria that he couldn't understand at all, and he continued: "Alright, that's not important. I told you before, the hammer is still occupying the yard of a household now. If that is your weapon, please take it away immediately."

Thor opened his mouth, seeming a bit difficult, but embarrassed to say it. Finally, he sighed and said: "Alright, the great god cannot lie, I can't pick it up."

"But isn't that your weapon?"

"The reason is very complicated!" Thor seemed a bit impatient, "I had a quarrel with the Father of All Gods..."

"So you and your hammer came here?"

Steve paused and said: "I assume that everything you said is true, rather than the ravings of some mental patient."

"The Father of All Gods you mentioned should be your biological father. After you quarreled with your father, he threw you out of the house..."

"The only problem is, what does this have to do with Earth? What does it have to do with humans? He wants to kick you out of the house, the so-called Nine Realms are so big, why throw you to Earth?"

Unexpectedly, this opened Thor's chatterbox, and he began to complain: "I am the biological son of the Father of All Gods, the Prince of Asgard, the future master of the Nine Realms, but at my coronation ceremony..."

"... Forget it, anyway, you humans can't understand these things. In short, I broke into Jotunheim and made a fuss, but what is this?"

"... I can't figure it out either. Even if he threw me to the ancient battlefield, it would be fine. Why is it Earth, this remote and desolate corner?"

Thor was obviously furious. He hammered the wall with his hand and shouted: "There is not a single warrior here! I will be bored to death here. This makes him satisfied, right?!!"

Steve finally knew why Seeing Natasha would show that helpless and irritable expression. The thinking of this big guy is like a steel bar, completely revolving around words like war, heroism, warrior, great Asgard, etc. No matter what topic you talk to him about, he will return to these words in the end.

Steve looked at Thor who was getting angry. He pressed the earphone and said to Shiler: "Before you told me this is an alien with a bad brain, I didn't quite believe it. After all, how stupid can a race that can travel in space be?"

"But now it seems that upgrading all abilities to muscles can also be considered a way out."

Shiler's response came from the earphone: "Indeed, if there is no enough exquisite wisdom to build a spaceship, then jumping to Mars in a single jump is also fine."

After speaking, both of them laughed.

But this was misunderstood by Thor as laughing at him. He waved his arms hard and said angrily: "Mortal! Even if the god of Asgard loses his power, it is not something you can mock!"

Steve took a step back. Obviously, Captain America knew that having a violent conflict with this big guy at this time was not a good choice. He said to Shiler in the earphone: "Then what should I do now? It seems that he is completely unable to communicate."

"Let's give him some psychological treatment first. If it doesn't work, then think of other ways. You first..."

Steve asked Thor: "It seems that you don't understand your father's decision. Actually, I also think that just because of a quarrel, throwing you to such a far place is a bit too much..."

Thor was like finding a kindred spirit. He said: "I didn't expect that someone would understand me. Everyone around me said it was my fault. They all stood on Odin's side, but I actually didn't do anything!"

He let out a heavy breath from his nose, complaining not without complaint: "Obviously I made so many war achievements before, and made so many contributions to Asgard! But they all seemed to turn a blind eye, just because of my one impulse, they threw me out, and even didn't let me use weapons. This is simply an insult to a warrior!"

"Actually, is there a possibility that it is not because of this incident, perhaps you and your father have had deep grievances for a long time?"

Thor pursed his lips, seeming not to want to admit it, but he still said: "Actually, I think so too. I found before that Odin was a bit dissatisfied with me, but I thought that as long as I could achieve greater achievements, he wouldn't be angry with me..."

"I fought bravely on the battlefield and made many war achievements, but he still treated me like this in the end." His voice finally weakened a bit, sounding a bit sad: "He kicked me out of the home I have always guarded, the place where I was born, the beautiful and sacred Asgard..."

"Alright, but now sadness is useless, things have already become like this, what do you plan to do?"

"I have to get my weapon back first!" Thor said quite distressed: "How can a warrior not have his weapon? This is a great shame!"

"But isn't that your weapon?"

"The reason is very complicated!" Thor seemed a bit impatient, "Odin deprived me of all divine power in order to punish me. Without divine power, I cannot lift that hammer."

Thor sighed and said: "He let me learn on Earth, but I don't know what I need to learn. Even without divine power, I am stronger than everyone here. Do I need to learn how to fight with these fragile mortals?"

"In your opinion, is your father a very mediocre monarch?"

"Of course not!" Thor retorted loudly: "The Father of All Gods is a very wise monarch. He has ruled the Nine Realms for so many years and has always been deeply loved. How could he be a mediocre monarch?"

"Then since he is not a mediocre monarch, but made such a decision, haven't you thought that he has any deep meaning?"

Thor showed a painful expression and said: "Why do you guys say that too? Someone was muttering in my ear before, thinking about Odin's deep meaning, he must have other plans, other plans..."

"But that's not what I should do! This kind of guessing work should be left to Loki. My brother is best at this!"

"And me? I am a brave warrior! It is the vanguard that wins glory for Asgard! I hate waiting in place the most, guessing every day but having no results..."

"Still that sentence, things have already become like this."

"As you said, you were deprived of divine power, can't lift weapons, Earth has neither your opponents nor your teammates. You don't need to fight here. Even if you don't guess, there is nothing else to do."

Thor let out a long sigh from his nose and said: "Alright, if this is what he means, then let it be. Take off the armor, throw the weapon aside, be a mediocre mortal, live a boring life every day, without any belief and sense of honor."