Most non-comic book fans first encountered Thor and his mighty hammer, Mjolnir, through the Thor movie. But in truth, Mjolnir wasn't always Thor's personal weapon.
Thousands of years ago, its original wielder was the Goddess of Death, Hela—Odin's daughter and Thor's elder sister.
The Dwarf King had forged Mjolnir especially for her. Made entirely from Uru, a mystical metal, its hammerhead even housed the core of a dying star. Its handle was wrapped with a special ring-shaped strap, offering exceptional grip and balance.
Its magical affinity was extraordinarily high, and due to its core's unique properties, it delivered devastating power with precision. A true weapon of the divine.
"Actually, even if you hadn't shown up, the hammer wouldn't have been stolen. Only the true God of Thunder and ..." Andrew paused, suddenly remembering that besides Thor, even Captain America had lifted it before. Not only that, he'd executed some impressive combo attacks with it.
"The God of Thunder and who else?" Hill picked up on the slip and pressed him with a sharp gaze.
"No one important. For now, only Thor can use it. But I suspect he's currently getting his face pounded in by a small-town doctor." Andrew chuckled, picturing the future King of Asgard being thrashed by a rural American physician. He couldn't help feeling intrigued.
"The so-called 'Thor' you mentioned is already under our surveillance. There's nothing remarkable about him."
"Don't worry. When he finally shows his true self, you'll be blown away." Andrew grinned confidently.
"Wanna grab a drink? Or maybe enjoy the New York skyline with me tonight?"
Seeing how serious Hill looked, Andrew couldn't resist teasing the frosty beauty.
"Tch. I'm not some clueless teenager. Try that line on Natasha." Hill scoffed and, realizing Andrew wasn't about to give up any useful intel, turned to join the other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.
"Why are the women at S.H.I.E.L.D. so cold? Are they all this hard to flirt with?"
Andrew rubbed his nose, starting to seriously question his own charm.
The next morning, Andrew woke up alone to the blaring of his phone.
"This better be good," he grumbled, half-buried under the warm covers as he reached for his phone.
"Hill?"
His eyes brightened. It was that frosty beauty herself.
"Ahem... Agent Hill, thinking of me this early in the morning?"
"That macho man you asked us to monitor assaulted several hospital staffers this morning. I'm debating whether we should send him to a psychiatric facility," Hill said flatly.
"Uh, no, definitely not. Didn't I say he needed to experience the kindness, compassion, and warmth of Earth's people?" Andrew threw off his blanket. The smart curtains pulled back automatically, letting the crisp winter sunlight spill across his bare skin.
If only I were Superman and could absorb sunlight, he thought, glancing out toward the garden.
There, a lovely figure was trimming the hedges.
He instinctively opened the window for a breath of fresh air.
"Hey! Wendy!"
He called out to the diligent housemaid.
Wendy, crouching with garden shears in hand, looked up immediately.
"Good morning, Mr. Stark."
Her cheeks reddened as her gaze landed on Andrew's chiseled upper body.
"I'll go make you breakfast," she said, quickly turning away.
"Fried dough sticks, eggs, milk, or soy milk—any of those will do!" Andrew called after her. Watching the bashful maid trot off improved his mood considerably.
"Who were you talking to just now?" Hill asked, her voice tinged with annoyance.
"No one. Go ahead, I'm listening."
"The man claiming to be Thor was picked up by meteorologist Jane Foster, astrophysicist Erik Selvig, and Selvig's student Darcy. Should we intercept them?"
"Absolutely not. This is a perfect chance for The supervisor to bond with Earth's people. Whether we can recruit him depends on whether Jane Foster is charming enough," Andrew replied as he got dressed and stepped out of the room.
Pepper had already left for the office. She and Andrew had been at odds lately, and a backlog of tasks had piled up at the company.
For now, the villa was quiet, just him and the housemaid. It felt unusually empty.
Hill didn't entirely follow his meaning, but she understood enough.
"I'll report your thoughts to the Director, but it'll be taken as a suggestion only."
"Fine by me. The supervisor won't be on Earth long anyway. You all enjoy yourselves. I'm going to eat." Seeing the maid approach with a breakfast tray, Andrew quickly ended the call.
After all, doctors always say breakfast is the most important meal of the day—so it better be good.
"Come, sit down and eat with me."
Andrew pulled Wendy down onto the chair beside him just as she was about to leave after placing the tray.
"Boss, I've already eaten. Please enjoy," she said nervously, cheeks turning crimson. Memories of yesterday still lingered in her mind.
No matter what, a girl had to keep her dignity.
"Wendy, there's a saying food tastes better when shared. As my personal, live-in maid, isn't it part of your duty to make sure your boss eats properly?"
Wendy lowered her head, avoiding Andrew's gaze, though she could feel the intensity of it.
"Alright then, Boss. How would you like your breakfast?"
"I injured my wrist fighting a criminal last night. I can't hold chopsticks. I'll need someone to feed me," Andrew said while placing his hand on her thigh.
She was wearing a short office skirt and black velvet leggings.
When she heard he was hurt, her expression instantly shifted to worry. She reached for his wrist to check the injury.
"It's fine. Just some internal bruising. I'll be back to normal in a few days."
Seeing the concern in her eyes, Andrew opened his mouth wide.
"Ah..."
The dutiful maid picked up the porcelain bowl of soy milk and began feeding him, spoon by spoon.
Suddenly, her hand trembled, and some soy milk spilled onto her leg, soaking into the velvet fabric.
Andrew smirked slightly and reached over with his "golden right hand" a hand seasoned through over a dozen years of experience in his past life and casually wiped it off.
"Next time, wear thinner leggings. These are way too thick… hard to tear."
(End of Chapter)
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