Chapter 175: So, why is Thor crying?
Ben probably never imagined that his simple suggestion for Tony to get some rest would spark the idea of creating Ultron.
However, even with the idea, it wouldn't be something Tony could achieve in a short time.
In the comics, Ultron was Doctor Pym's creation.
In the cinematic universe, it was Tony and Doctor Banner who jointly developed it, and even then, they spent a long time breaking through the technological barriers.
And right now, Banner is still on Primus.
It's not that Tony couldn't develop Ultron alone, but by the time he did, it would be much, much later.
At least there's no need to worry about it in the short term.
Returning to Queens after a long absence, Ben had a good night's rest.
Now, H.A.M.M.E.R. was already building satellites based on his blueprints, Ulysses was still being searched for, and Tony was working day and night on new Battle Armor. He wondered if he could expand his Battle Armor arsenal to match that in "Iron Man 3" before the Chitauri arrived...
Peter was busy doing good deeds and fighting criminals, while Felicia dedicated more time to training, even frequently taking leave from her school classes during this period.
This made Mary Jane a little worried about her.
Actually, Felicia had originally planned to bring Mary Jane along for training, but Hardesky disagreed.
He didn't want more people to know his secrets.
In short, everyone was busy.
On the other hand, Ben became idle again.
After transforming into Upgrade, he modified one of H.A.M.M.E.R.'s aircraft carriers and had Eunice pilot it to continuously excavate Anti-Vibranium from the depths of Antarctica.
However, the excavation progress was slow.
Due to the properties of Anti-Vibranium, the metal drill bits wore down severely and needed frequent replacement.
So, Ben decided to tackle the internal mechanics of the Galactic Plumbers Space Station first.
Although he needed a large amount of Vibranium Alloy for the space station's outer shell to ensure its sturdiness, the internal structure and some common instruments wouldn't require Vibranium Alloy.
These weren't difficult for him.
Thus, Ben returned to school life after a long time, a way to relax amidst the tension.
Meanwhile.
Thor woke up on a park bench.
For him, it was another terrible day.
Because he had once again lost his hammer.
Or rather, he had lost his job of swinging the hammer.
Originally, S.H.I.E.L.D. had provided him with a fake identity on Earth so he could find a normal job and not starve.
With his immense strength, Thor was doing quite well.
In the beginning, he just moved bricks or cement, and he could earn a good amount of money then.
After all, he could do the work of three to four people by himself, and the foreman paid him double wages.
But Thor wasn't too concerned.
Or rather, ever since he lost his hammer, he felt like his life had lost its hope, like a eunuch who had lost his vital essence. No matter how much money he had, it all felt meaningless.
Thor listlessly woke up early, ate, and worked.
Until one day, he discovered another job – swinging a sledgehammer to smash walls.
He immediately became interested.
Although the hammer wasn't his old hammer, and he no longer possessed his divine power, picking up the sledgehammer made Thor feel much stronger.
That period was when he had the best spirit and energy on Earth.
Every day, he'd pour all his strength into swinging the hammer. In the evenings, he'd carry the hammer back to his cheap rental room and talk to it.
His neighbors always thought he was a bit slow, so they didn't dare to bother him.
Thor could remember every day he worked that job.
He remembered one time he even went to an Earthling school and smashed through a wall.
The students at the school were friendly. They took photos with him using those things called "phones" and treated him to cold soda.
This kind of life made Thor feel like it wasn't bad.
Although there was no fighting, it was peaceful.
Until later, when people from S.H.I.E.L.D. found him again.
No, according to the Earthlings, those people were Hydra, who had infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D.
Thor couldn't quite figure out the complicated relationship between S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra, but he knew that Hydra was Captain America's enemy.
This is enough.
So, when those people listed Steve Rogers as a fugitive and slandered him as Hydra, Thor didn't believe a single word.
He who lifts Mjolnir is even worthy of being the King of Asgard.
How could such a person be a bad guy?
So, when the Hydra people found him, he completely ignored Pierce's nonsensical ramblings.
Besides, even if he wanted to do something, he couldn't get his hammer back.
Mjolnir no longer belonged to him.
But others didn't know.
The people at the construction site only saw a group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents respectfully escorting Thor away, and later these agents shed their snake skin to reveal their true faces.
Only then did everyone realize they were actually Hydra.
This also led to Thor being regarded by those people as someone closely associated with Hydra.
They were very confused: H.A.M.M.E.R. had arrested so many hidden Hydra members, why didn't they arrest Thor too?
But no matter what, Thor lost his job because of this incident, was kicked out by his landlord, and couldn't even get his deposit back.
Having lost his job and being penniless, Thor immediately found himself sleeping on the streets.
Originally, he didn't pay much attention to his situation.
After all, when he was conquering various planets back in the day, living rough was a common occurrence.
But he forgot that he had lost his divine power and was no longer the God of Thunder and Lightning, immune to all illnesses, but an ordinary mortal.
After sleeping in the park for a few days, during which he got caught in the rain and didn't eat much, his body quickly became increasingly exhausted.
When he woke up today, Thor was finally sick.
For the first time, he felt so weak, his limbs unable to muster any strength, his head feeling as if it were filled with the Uru Steel forged by dwarves, heavy as a hammer.
In the morning, a tall young man with short hair, while jogging in the park, saw his weakened state and kindly asked if he wanted to be taken to the hospital.
Thor didn't want to appear weak in front of anyone.
For a warrior, weakness is not far from death.
Therefore, he loudly rebuked the other person, saying that the Son of Odin needed no pity, and even if he died, his soul would return to Valhalla, becoming a valiant warrior to continue fighting for the King.
Flash thought he must have a fever and be delirious, otherwise, why would he be talking nonsense?
So he wanted to forcibly take Thor to see a doctor.
But a furious Thor pushed him away.
Helpless, Flash then left his contact information, telling him to call if he needed help.
Now, the cool morning had passed, and although it was almost October, the sun made New York as hot as a steamer after it rose.
Thor felt dizzy and his vision blurred from the sun.
He felt like he was truly dying.
At this moment, he finally regretted not accepting the boy's help that morning.
He wasn't afraid of death.
But Thor couldn't accept dying so pathetically.
He at least wanted to die like a warrior, bravely on the battlefield, at the hands of the enemy, dying as a god.
Not as a mortal, dying from illness after simply getting caught in the rain.
It was too humiliating.
He thought.
At this moment, Thor's will to survive surged. He shakily picked up the slip of paper Flash had left him, with the other person's contact information written on it.
"This is a phone number?"
Fortunately, his time on Earth had taught him that Earthlings always liked to communicate via phone. Although it wasn't as convenient as Asgardians using magic, at least anyone could use it.
Thor had made up his mind.
He decided to put his pride aside.
He stared at the paper with his blurry eyes for a long time, and with great effort, using his sluggish mind, he memorized the phone number.
"Good, then I just need to call him and ask for help."
He nodded, repeatedly reciting Flash's phone number as if chanting a spell. However, he sat on the ground for a long time without hearing any response.
"I don't know how to make a call..."
He suddenly realized this.
"Thor, Thor, you're such an idiot!"
He collapsed on the ground in the park, feeling like a useless piece of trash, unable to do anything right.
This time, I'm probably going to die for real.
He didn't fear death, for brave warriors would return to Valhalla.
It was just that...
"Am I worthy?"
Was he worthy?
This question had become like a spell, binding him, seared into Thor's soul, plunging him into endless self-doubt every day.
"Am I, someone like me, worthy of entering Valhalla?"
He was merely a mortal now, and certainly hadn't died bravely fighting enemies.
Could he, like this, be worthy of becoming a hero and continue fighting alongside the gods after death?
Probably not.
He thought sadly, his consciousness and eyelids growing heavier.
He felt pain, torment, his heart constricting as if a piece was missing.
Tears couldn't help but stream down.
He hadn't expected to die without returning to Asgard, without seeing his father again, without seeing his mother, without reclaiming his Mjolnir...
And Loki.
Heimdall had banished Loki, and since then, he hadn't heard any news of him.
He wondered how he was doing now.
Was he still alive, or already dead?
"You must still be alive... because you always are." Thor shook his head, tears streaming as he laughed.
Within his tear-soaked eyes, a hazy green figure slowly emerged.
Thor couldn't see clearly, but he recognized Loki's shadow.
"It seems I'm really dying. I'm even hallucinating."
"Who told you it was a hallucination, brother?"
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