Coulson's brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes filled with anxiety and unease.
It sounded simple, but if Thor were to get into trouble on Earth, they would face an interstellar war. The consequences would be unimaginable, and Earth could plunge into endless disaster.
"Relax, Fury has experience with this; just report it to him."
Coulson recalled the alien disguised as a human from many years ago, and his heart grew even heavier.
After obtaining the information he wanted, Coulson also left in a hurry.
Nolan flew to the top of the restaurant building, his battle suit instantly transforming into Venom, and the two walked downstairs hand in hand.
Gwen had already arrived and was happily chatting with Pamela and Zero, a smile radiating on her face.
Damian sat to the side, his expression conflicted and confused.
Venom sat down beside Zero in a boisterous manner, casually picking up a pastry from the table and popping it into his mouth.
Nolan picked up Damian, placed him on his lap, and asked, "What are you thinking, Damian?"
Damian quietly asked, "Should I call her Mom or Aunt?"
Although he had seen her a few days ago and called her Aunt, this time she was wearing a gemstone ring similar to his Mom's, and now it seemed like she was a new Mom.
The sound of conversation instantly quieted.
Although Damian spoke very softly, the people present were not ordinary, and they heard him clearly.
"Damian can just call me Aunt."
Gwen's small face instantly flushed, like a ripe apple, a hint of shyness and panic in her eyes.
"Hahaha, for now, just call her Aunt. Wait until Aunt Gwen moves into the manor before calling her Mom."
Nolan teased Gwen with a smile.
"Who's your Aunt?"
Gwen rolled her eyes at Nolan, then suddenly remembered Damian was still in his arms and quickly said,
"Damian, I wasn't talking about you, you should still call me Aunt!"
Gwen's expression was somewhat complex; she couldn't help but sigh that she had already reached the age of being called Aunt.
She was only 19, still of school age.
Damian nodded obediently, saying in a childish voice, "Okay, Aunt Gwen."
Everyone was amused by Damian's cuteness, and the atmosphere became relaxed.
After finishing lunch, the group excitedly continued their stroll.
This time, with Gwen joining them, they were also followed by a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent responsible for paying the bills.
Nolan deliberately fell back half a step, quietly walking at the very end with Gwen.
Gwen walked silently, pursing her lips, her eyes a little unfocused.
Nolan also said nothing, simply taking Gwen's fingers. Gwen tried to pull away but couldn't, so she let him hold them, a faint blush appearing on her face.
Nolan played with her fingers, soft and slender, his fingertips gently tracing her palm, as if feeling its delicacy and warmth.
Gwen just let him do as he pleased, the blush on her face deepening, but she didn't pull her hand away, only lowering her head slightly, not daring to meet Nolan's gaze.
"Gwen."
"What?"
"Tell me your body measurements."
Gwen's face suddenly flushed, like a ripe tomato. She tried hard to shake off Nolan's hand but couldn't.
"Pervert, why do you want to know that!"
She was both shy and annoyed. Although she had tacitly agreed to be his girlfriend, asking for her body measurements directly was too much.
"Idiot, what are you thinking? Of course, it's to make you a battle suit," Nolan said exasperatedly.
"Battle suit?"
"Yeah, your current outfit has no defense at all, no special functions, it's like a costume."
"What costume? I spent a long time designing that."
Gwen turned her head away, a little angry, her mouth slightly pouting.
"Alright, alright, I misspoke, a battle suit with no defense."
"So I plan to design a new battle suit for you. At the very least, it'll be bulletproof."
Nolan explained patiently, his eyes serious and focused.
Gwen turned her head, looking at the concern in his eyes, and with a red face, she leaned close to his ear and softly whispered a few numbers.
"..."
Nolan looked at Gwen with some surprise.
Gwen became even more embarrassed under his gaze, broke free, and ran to Pamela's side.
"What's wrong, did your darling make you angry?"
Pamela smiled and stroked Gwen's golden hair, deliberately creating an opportunity for the two of them, but she had run back so soon.
"No..."
Gwen hugged Pamela's arm, her ears burning red. She could feel the piercing gaze behind her, falling on her back, so embarrassing.
"Madame Venom, could you help me watch Damian?" Zero suddenly thought of something and spoke.
"Okay," Venom readily agreed.
Venom was, of course, very happy, picking up Damian and rubbing him, muttering, "So fragrant, so soft."
"Mom Venom, be gentle."
Damian sighed helplessly, his small face full of resignation yet with a hint of indulgence.
Zero stood still, waiting for Nolan to catch up. Only when Nolan walked beside her did she take a step forward.
Nolan naturally took Zero's small hand and asked, "What's wrong, Zero?"
"Young Master, I just heard you talking.
There's a type of demon spider in hell; their silk has very strong tensile strength and self-repairing abilities.
It should be able to meet your requirements, Young Master."
Zero looked up slightly at Nolan, her expression serious as she spoke.
"This material is indeed good. Help me collect some. Zero, how did you know about it?" Nolan asked with some curiosity.
"I discovered it when I made a suit for you, Young Master, using hell spider silk, but you usually wear Madame Venom, so it wasn't used," Zero said softly, a hint of slight regret in her tone.
"Who says it won't be used? The company officially opens in a few days; bring the clothes to me then, Zero."
Nolan squeezed Zero's small hand, a gentle smile on his face.
"Yes, Young Master."
Zero's face blossomed into a brilliant smile; the hard work of making the clothes was not in vain.
Nolan kneaded Zero's fingers, always feeling like something was missing.
"Zero, this is for you."
Zero looked confused as Nolan pulled out an ice-blue ring and placed it on her finger. At the same time, her mind automatically linked to the ring, and she instantly understood its function.
"Young Master, I can't accept this."
Zero wanted to take it off and return it to Nolan.
"Wear it. You're not allowed to return it to me."
Nolan gripped Zero's hand with the ring firmly, his tone resolute, allowing no refusal.
(Ice Storm Ring (Zero Ring):
Can draw energy from the cold vacuum of outer space, emitting cold waves that can freeze the air, lower the temperature of objects or people, and even approach absolute zero.
Can trap enemies in ice or massive waves of ice and snow.)
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Chapter 74: Thor's Draft is a Little Poisonous
Just as the two were slowly strolling down the street, a small halo suddenly appeared above their heads, a flash of light passed, and a note fell down.
Nolan reached out and caught the note, unfolded it, and it read: Help Odin's son complete his trial, the reward is a designated artifact.
Nolan tilted his head, thinking to himself: How is it like an NPC in a game? But Thor's trial, according to the timeline, should have already ended.
Venom also leaned over to take a look.
"Should we accept?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I want a free artifact?" Nolan replied without hesitation, his face full of excitement and anticipation.
After speaking, Nolan gave an OK gesture to the sky, indicating acceptance. The gesture was decisive and firm, as if he had already seen the artifact beckoning to him.
Nolan concentrated, sensing the coordinates on Coulson's body. He closed his eyes tightly, his powerful mental energy like invisible tentacles, crossing the barrier of space, accurately locking onto the target.
With a wave of magical power, the Hell Portal slowly opened before him. With a flash of light, Nolan instantly appeared beside Coulson.
As soon as he appeared, he found himself in a dimly lit bar. The lights were dim and hazy, and the air was filled with a mixed scent of smoke and alcohol.
"Mr. Nolan, why are you here?"
Coulson looked at the suddenly appearing Nolan with confusion, his face filled with surprise and bewilderment.
"You should ask them. Odin gave me a mission to help Odin's son complete his trial."
Nolan sat at the bar, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness.
"It really won't work, will it?"
Coulson sighed, his brows tightly furrowed, his expression worried.
From a distance, there was a sound of breaking, and then a loud roar: "Who else! Hahaha…"
Nolan's super vision penetrated the crowd, seeing a blond burly man with a flushed face, his eyes hazy but full of arrogance. The table in front of him was covered with empty, wobbly glasses.
A burly man appeared in the crowd, dragging away the person who had passed out on the floor, then a bearded burly man grabbed the blond man's hand and raised it.
"I declare that the winner of today's Drinking Contest is Thor!"
"Oh oh oh!"
"Thor! Thor!"
The crowd let out deafening cheers, the atmosphere so enthusiastic it seemed capable of lifting the entire bar's roof.
Nolan narrowed his eyes. If he wasn't mistaken, that referee was Crossbones.
Moreover, the bartender, DJ, dancers, and even some of the customers in this bar were S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel. His keen observation easily detected that they all carried pistols, hidden in concealed places.
Only a few were genuine customers, completely unaware in this noisy and tense atmosphere, still immersed in their own joy.
"Hello, please get me two chocolate milks," Nolan said to the bartender.
"Nolan, I want to taste alcohol," Venom said with some curiosity.
"Mix her a chocolate cocktail," Nolan turned and instructed the bartender.
"Okay, sir, but there's no milk in the bar. It will take some time to buy it."
The bartender nodded in response. As a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, he naturally recognized Nolan.
After the alcohol and milk were served, Nolan finally asked, "Coulson, what's going on? This action plan doesn't seem like your style."
Coulson gave a wry smile and explained in detail.
"After receiving Nolan's message, the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. took it very seriously.
Personnel were stationed at various locations in this small town, observing all incoming and outgoing people, until a blond man appeared with no information in the national database.
So they found someone to go forward and talk to him. Thor was looking for his hammer, so he was taken to find it. It failed, and he was very dejected. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s strategy was to pretend to be kind ordinary people and invite him for a drink. The problem arose here: this guy got addicted to drinking and spends every day in the bar.
They also don't know how to manage him. If they use force, will he develop ill will towards Earth after regaining his divine power? So they are in a dilemma."
Coulson said, shaking his head helplessly, his face growing increasingly troubled. His eyes revealed anxiety and unease, clearly having racked his brain over this matter.
Nolan frowned, his expression solemn.
"Have you encountered a scientific team before?"
"No. After receiving your message, we expelled all outsiders from the town. Now, besides the unsuspecting locals, everyone in town is from S.H.I.E.L.D."
Coulson replied.
Nolan didn't expect it to be his own fault, and he couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed.
In the original timeline, Thor's confusion after being exiled to Midgard and his subsequent failure to lift the hammer were both accompanied by a woman.
Now that the woman was gone, he could only drown his sorrows in alcohol. Thinking of this, Nolan sighed helplessly.
Thor ran onto the stage and excitedly shouted to the DJ: "Dude, play some explosive music!"
The DJ gave an OK gesture and unhesitatingly turned the volume to max, and a deafening wave of sound instantly erupted.
"Clang—"
Venom was startled by the sudden loud noise, and the wine glass in her hand slipped and smashed to the ground.
"Nolan, it's so noisy."
Venom's voice carried a hint of annoyance, and she tightly covered her ears with both hands.
"Come into my body." Nolan quickly stretched out his hand, and Venom flowed along his arm into Nolan's body.
Immediately after, Nolan enveloped his body with a biological force field, successfully blocking the sound that was almost piercing his eardrums.