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Nathan Hawk and his team spent a joyful and unforgettable day in Asgard. They took part in a grand celebration, sharing the joy of victory with Asgardian warriors. The mysterious realm left a deep impression on them, while also stirring a quiet longing for home.
When it was time to part, Thor personally came to see them off. He stood before Nathan Hawk, his gaze firm and sincere.
"Nathan, and my friends," Thor said solemnly, "you will forever be heroes of Asgard. Your courage and sense of justice have earned our deepest respect. I hope our friendship will endure, no matter how vast the universe may be."
Nathan Hawk smiled and nodded, replying with heartfelt emotion, "Thor, your hospitality and friendship have warmed us deeply. Asgard will always remain a beautiful memory for us. Whenever you need our help, we will come without hesitation."
Just as expected.
Thor nodded gratefully, then turned his attention to Cruz, knowing well his fascination with cosmic technology.
"Nathan," Thor continued, "to honor our friendship, I would like to gift you some Asgardian technology. It may prove useful to you."
Excitement flickered in Nathan Hawk's eyes, but he paused and looked toward Cruz. Sensing his hesitation, Cruz quickly spoke up, "Thor, if possible, we'd like to obtain some information on spacecraft technology. It would be incredibly valuable to us."
Thor nodded in understanding.
"Of course, Cruz. I understand your request. I will have them prepare information related to spaceflight technology. I hope it helps you navigate the cosmos more freely."
Nathan Hawk and Cruz were deeply grateful. They knew this gift would greatly benefit their future adventures.
"Compared to traditional options, constructing an AI-controlled spacecraft and an artificial satellite—'Yak'—would save time and be far more efficient," Cruz thought silently, his mind racing. He began considering what he, Zhan Jilingma, and their superiors truly hoped to gain from this encounter.
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Nathan Hawk and his team stepped onto the Bifrost, beginning their departure from Asgard. Though their time in this mystical land was unforgettable, doubt lingered in Nathan's heart.
He couldn't help but think about Thor's change.
Before this meeting, Thor had always been a powerful and righteous guardian. Yet during their interactions, Nathan sensed something different—Thor seemed more complex now, with hesitation and inner struggle hidden in his eyes.
Nathan knew this change might be tied to the threats they faced—or perhaps to Thor's father, Odin. Odin, the ruler of Asgard, possessed unmatched wisdom and power, yet bore an immeasurable burden of responsibility.
"Boss, what's on your mind?" Cruz asked softly, having noticed Nathan's concern.
After a moment of thought, Nathan replied, "Thor's change may be influenced by Odin. There may be decisions—or secrets—that haven't been revealed to us yet. We can't ignore that. After all, Thor is the prince of Asgard. His choices could affect the entire universe."
At the same time, Nathan deliberately avoided mentioning Ragnarök.
As later films revealed, Ragnarök was merely the twilight of Asgard, not the end of all gods. Deities like Zeus were ultimately irrelevant.
Even Surtur was more likely the embodiment of Asgard's destiny than a foe to other gods.
Cruz nodded in agreement.
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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting golden light across the private beach of Tony Stark's villa in the Maldives. Waves gently brushed the shore, as if softly praising nature's grandeur.
Tony reclined on a lounge chair, a cocktail in one hand and sunglasses on his face, quietly watching the sun sink into the sea.
Beside him, Pepper Potts sat on another chair, wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat, eyes fixed on her phone as she replied to emails.
"Tony," Pepper said with a gentle smile, "have you come up with another crazy idea?"
She was long used to his wild imagination—especially remembering the anxious, exhausted look on his face when she saw him lying in a Hawk Group hospital bed. It had been both amusing and heartbreaking.
"Pepper, you always know me," Tony said with a grin. "I was just thinking—what if we turned rockets into space hotels?"
Pepper put her phone down, frowning slightly.
"A space hotel? Tony, are you serious?"
Tony waved it off casually.
"Relax, I'm just brainstorming. But if the technology existed, I guarantee someone would try it. Imagine falling asleep under millions of stars and waking up to the sunrise in space. Who could resist that?"
Pepper sighed, then smiled and shook her head.
"You're a relentless idea machine, Tony. Still… I have to admit, your ideas are always fascinating. Maybe one day, someone really will build a space hotel."
Tony raised his glass.
"Just wait and see, Pepper. You know, this place is my secret paradise. Away from New York's chaos, enjoying peace—and having you here makes it perfect."
Pepper smiled softly and patted his arm.
"I like it here too, Tony. Getting away from the city and enjoying nature like this is rare."
Tony's smile softened as he took her hand.
"Pepper, the world is full of noise and trouble. Sometimes, all I want is a quiet place… with someone special."
Pepper's cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes gentle.
"You always say such touching things."
Tony leaned back, pulling her hand closer.
"Life is short, Pepper. Why not cherish every moment? Right now—this—is my most precious moment."
Their gazes met as the sea breeze brushed past them, the sunset bathing them in warm light, freezing the romance in time. Whatever the future held, they chose to savor the happiness before them.
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The sterile white walls and cold atmosphere of the hospital finally faded from James Rhodes' view. Lying on the bed, feeling his body recover, a powerful resolve rose within him.
"Rhodey, are you ready?" a military doctor asked.
Rhodes nodded, eyes firm.
"Yes. I want to return—to rejoin the military and continue serving my country."
The medical staff smiled, praising his resilience and determination.
"You're a true hero, Rhodes. Your courage and dedication are admirable."
Rhodes thanked them and slowly sat up. Though his body was still healing, he knew he had to return—to retrain and prepare for battle once more.
Weeks later, Rhodes returned to the military base. The familiar atmosphere welcomed him back, his comrades greeting him with smiles and embraces that filled him with warmth.
However, during his first meeting, when the name of his armor was mentioned, discomfort washed over him.
"Iron Patriot" was a heroic title—but to him, it belonged to the past.
He had been War Machine. That name represented his resolve, his history, and the armor he once wore.
James Rhodes stood up, his voice steady and confident.
"I request that my armor's name be restored to its original designation—War Machine. That name represents who I am and what I've been through. I want to fight under that name."
The room grew tense—until a senior officer stood and spoke with firm respect.
"Captain James Rhodes, your request is approved. You will once again fight as War Machine, in service of your country."
Rhodes smiled, determination burning in his heart.
Once more, he would become the unstoppable War Machine, protecting the nation he loved—no matter what name it bore.
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Morning sunlight filtered through New York's towering buildings, casting warm golden light across the bustling streets.
Steve Rogers (Captain America) and Sam Wilson (Falcon) jogged along a quiet park path, dressed in training gear.
"Morning, Sam," Steve said with a smile.
"Morning, Steve," Sam replied cheerfully. "Beautiful day."
They ran beneath the rising sun, every step filled with strength and vitality. While the city awakened, they had already greeted the day through motion.
"Been busy lately?" Steve asked, scanning the surroundings out of habit.
"Not really," Sam answered, glancing around as well.
Steve's stride was light yet powerful, radiating health and discipline. Sam followed close behind, just as impressive. Without speaking, they moved in perfect rhythm.
"You know, Steve," Sam said with a hint of humor, "every time we go for a morning run, it feels like we're still in a battle. Only now, our enemies aren't villains—but time and distance."
Steve smiled and nodded.
"Yeah. Every run is a challenge—to push ourselves, to stay sharp, and to remember why we started."