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Chapter 28 - 28

Q&A starts now, please be prepared! ]

[Question 1: Who said "What a weak God" during the Battle of New York?]

A Thor

[B Hulk Bruce Banner]

[C Iron Man Tony Stark]

[D Doctor Strange Stephen Strange]

[Warm Tip: If you answer this question correctly, you will be rewarded with the qualification to pick up Thor's Hammer. If you answer incorrectly, one year of your lifespan will be deducted.]

As the tension between Thor and Tony Stark grew stronger, words appeared in the space and the first question began.

"A reward for the qualification to lift Thor's hammer?" Thor clenched his fists as soon as he saw the reward. "What a boast! Thor's hammer is mine! Only I have the right to lift it. No one else is worthy!"

"Thor, have you forgotten that the hammer is in New Mexico?" Clint Barton ruthlessly dismantled Thor's pretense. "I can't say whether others are worthy or not, but you, it seems, are the one who is not qualified to pick up the hammer right now."

"Am I no longer worthy?" Thor raised his head again, "Father..."

"Come on, can you please stop calling me daddy? You are not three years old anymore." Phil Coulson was speechless when Thor kept calling me daddy.

"Thor, do you want to pick up the hammer again?" Clint Barton said, "Then answer the question. If you answer it correctly, you will pick it up."

"Is this reward real?" Thor said, pointing at the line of text. "If you answer incorrectly, your life span will be deducted. This seems ridiculous."

"Don't cry anymore, Thor. As someone who has answered the questions once, I can tell you responsibly that they are all true. In the last round, I answered one question correctly and was rewarded with a set of Mark armor. I answered one question wrong and was deducted one year of my life." Although Tony Stark thought that Thor was quite hateful, he didn't bother with him because Thor would be a member of the Avengers in the future and would fight alongside them.

"Has your life been deducted?" Thor stared at Tony Stark. "How do you know this?"

"Although I felt something draining from my body, it was just a feeling. In fact, there's really no solid evidence to prove it." Tony Stark thought for a moment and said, "But the reward is a tangible substance that I can see and touch, appearing right before my eyes."

"Is that the Mark Armor? What is that?"

"At least it won't get lost." Tony Stark shrugged. "It should be more reliable than your hammer."

"I don't know what the Mark Armor you're talking about is, but if I had a hammer, I'd definitely smash it to pieces in one blow."

"But you don't have a hammer in your hand right now, do you?"

"Let's analyze the question first." Clint Barton, bow in hand, took a long stride and walked over to Tony Stark. "Stark, the Battle of New York mentioned in the question should be the time when the Chitauri invaded New York, right?"

"Yes, that time." Tony Stark glared at Thor fiercely before saying, "Some people don't know the background of the Battle of New York. Let me briefly explain. Two or three years later, Loki of Asgard stole the Tesseract from Nick Fury..."

"Wait, you mean the Cosmic Cube?" Thor was stunned and a little bit unbelieving. "The Cosmic Cube is actually on Earth?"

"Crybaby, don't interrupt." Tony Stark put his finger to his lips, silencing him before continuing, "Loki used the Tesseract to open a portal in the sky of New York, and the Chitauri army entered New York through this portal. Nick Fury led the Avengers and ultimately defeated the Chitauri."

"Hello Stark, this is Clint Barton." Clint Barton extended his hand to Tony Stark, "One of the Avengers.

"

"Hello, Barton." Tony Stark shook Clint Barton's hand.

"Two grown men holding hands and holding them so tightly, isn't that disgusting?" Thor watched from the side with a look of disgust.

"Usually only a fat otaku would say that, and you're such a big eater." Clint Barton turned to Thor and said, "Thor, I think you're going to become a fat otaku in the future."

"That day will never come!"

"Are you sure you don't want to shake hands?" Clint Barton extended his hand to Thor again, "You're also a member of the Avengers."

"I joined this boy band too?" Thor shook his head. "I can't sing!"

"Oh my god, how did someone this disgusting become a member of the Avengers?" Tony Stark thought Thor was disgusting again. "Nick Fury can't keep turning a blind eye. He should be more strict in selecting people!"

"Stark, we understand the question, but aren't you going to introduce the options?" Phil Coulson saw that the two were about to quarrel again, so he quickly asked another question.

"I think you're asking about Doctor Strange, Stephen Strange." Tony Stark shook his head. "Sorry, I don't know much about him either."

"I did find a few doctors named Stephen Strange, but they were all just ordinary people," Clint Barton briefly recounted his findings. "I could take them all out by myself. I don't think the options would be those of ordinary, powerless people."

"Among the Stranges you're looking for, are there any with the nickname Doctor Strange?" Tony Stark asked.

"There's only one person everyone calls a 'gentleman scum'. I don't know if that counts as a nickname."

"It seems you haven't found the right person."

"I'll keep looking."

"Excuse me," Thor interrupted, "but could someone introduce me to the Hulk and Iron Man?"

"The words 'Tony Stark' are written in big letters behind Iron Man. Can't you see it?" Tony Stark said unhappily, pointing at option C.

"I thought it was a coincidence." Thor glanced up and down at Tony Stark. "You can't blame me, because you don't look like a hero at all."

"Maybe," Tony Stark said, "but at least I won't be knocked down by the electric gun."

"Stark! Let's duel!" Thor was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and he was about to explode. "If you lose, please shut your stinky mouth!"

"Even if I shut my mouth, the fact that you were knocked down by the electric gun cannot be erased." Tony Stark said, "Besides, I can't shut my mouth either."

"Stark always acts like he's in kindergarten. Thor, I thought you were in first grade." Clint Barton put his hand to his forehead, unable to bear it any longer. Come on, is this the future superhero who will save the world? Why be so childish, getting into an argument over a few words?

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