Jack gave Sitwell an apologetic smile.
"My little brother is a bit impulsive. Maybe Nick, that bastard, didn't explain it clearly, but there are actually three of us."
Sitwell's awkward smile, which he was maintaining while wiping sweat, froze after hearing Jack's next words. Then it twisted into something strange.
"You know, some black eggs can't even explain things clearly to kindergarten kids, so this must be his problem with expression."
(Wait… doesn't that sound like I'm insulting myself a little?)
After hearing this, Sitwell's expression clearly said 'You're a sharp kid', and he led Jack inside.
If you curse the boss together, you're automatically good friends.
"Come with me. Your friend looks kind at first glance—just a bit impulsive."
Sitwell walked ahead while explaining their findings to Jack—something about strange rays and unknown energy.
Neither Jack nor Thor understood much. This kind of thing was Jane's territory.
They entered a room filled with various instruments. At the center of the crater below stood Mjolnir, alone and unmoving.
Thor rushed down excitedly. Sitwell tried to stop him, but Jack held him back.
"It's fine. He's here for this."
Jack reached back and pulled Jane, who was also trying to go down.
"You stay here. Analyzing data is your job."
Jane rejected Jack's suggestion firmly.
"You said it yourself—we came here for this. I must go down."
As she spoke, she struggled, trying to pry open Jack's hand.
Jack sighed and asked one last time,
"Do you really want to go down? Even if you might be exposed to fatal radiation?"
"Let go. I'm going down."
Seeing her like this, Jack found her annoying—just like when she once grabbed the steering wheel from Darcy while talking science, completely ignoring whether anyone lived or died.
Jack released her and said to Sitwell,
"Give her a hazmat suit. That thing's radiation is no joke."
But before the suit arrived, Jane had already entered the crater.
"Don't touch the equipment. It's normal for Mjolnir's energy to fluctuate when he approaches. It'll stabilize soon."
Jack spoke to the technician still desperately checking the instruments.
"Just watch the show. And turn on the recording—what happens next is the real highlight."
Jane brushed off everyone trying to give her a hazmat suit, clutching her instruments while recording like her life depended on it.
The personnel below looked up helplessly at Jack and Sitwell and shrugged.
"Should we drag her back by force?" Sitwell asked politely, clearly enjoying this like-minded guest.
Jack waved his hand.
"Respect fate. Everyone chooses their own path. Even if the ending is ugly as hell, you can't blame others."
Sitwell praised him.
"As expected of someone from Huaxia—truly cultured. That other guy only knows how to shout 'world peace' like it's a slogan."
Jack knew exactly who he meant. The two smiled knowingly.
"System, will I be affected by this radiation? Cancer is scary as shit. I don't want it."
[No. The host's constitution has basically said goodbye to cancer. Also, Mjolnir has no radiation—this is electromagnetic interference caused by lightning.]
Jack finally relaxed, though he felt a bit stupid for mistaking signal interference for radiation.
Jack prepared to watch Thor's tragic performance before personally pulling an NTR move—turning Mjolnir into the shape of his own palm.
(Everyone, if you find any hard lumps on your body, go to the hospital. Stay healthy.)
Thor walked toward his partner with excitement, gently stroking the familiar hammerhead, sliding his hand down the shaft—
No, the handle.
"My old comrade," Thor said emotionally, "we will fight side by side again."
He applied force.
Nothing happened.
Thor frowned, laughed awkwardly, and shook his head.
"You naughty little fellow. I'll make it up to you later. Stop messing around."
He took a deep breath, muscles bulging, and pulled again.
Still nothing.
Thor's face darkened. He clenched the handle, veins popping, but Mjolnir didn't move an inch.
Finally, Thor collapsed to his knees, howling toward the sky as snow blew into the pit. Lights shone down from above.
Jack calmly pressed play on his phone.
🎵 Snowflakes drifting the north wind howling the world is a vast expanse of white~ 🎵
Thor screamed in despair.
"No—!"
🎵 A plum blossom standing proud in the snow~ 🎵
Sitwell felt that the man below truly looked miserable as hell.
Jane cooperatively stepped behind Thor, hugging him and offering comfort.
Thor gazed at her like she was his last lifeline.
"Equipment team!" Sitwell suddenly shouted.
"Why the hell is snow leaking from the top?!"
"We don't know!" the technician panicked.
"It was sealed properly!"
HYDRA agents weren't idiots—they wouldn't freeze themselves on purpose.
Jack walked down and patted Thor's shoulder.
"Thor, even if you weren't Mjolnir's first owner, don't be discouraged. You're still the God of Thunder."
Thor froze.
"What do you mean?"
Jack sighed.
"Tsk tsk. Mjolnir's first owner was a woman. If your father counts, she'd be the second."
Thor's brain short-circuited.
"What you're saying is fake… right?"
Then he laughed loudly.
"You're joking! How could a human know about things from 1,500 years ago? I found the flaw!"
Jack shook his head.
"Before you, there really was a woman who wielded the hammer."
Thor was still laughing—until he saw Jack casually holding Mjolnir.
"What the f—?!"
From everyone else's perspective, Jack lifted Mjolnir like it weighed nothing.
Cars had failed. Cranes had failed. Now this guy just picked it up like a damn toy.
"Save the footage," an agent whispered.
"Yes. Hail HYDRA."
"Hail HYDRA," Sitwell replied quietly.
Thor looked like someone whose bro promised to stay single forever, then suddenly sent a wedding invite.
Jack felt a bit guilty.
"Don't cry. I'll give it back."
He handed Mjolnir over.
The moment Thor grabbed it—
BAM.
He was slammed into the ground like a nail.
Jack reached out "concernedly," while internally laughing like:
small-fry-covering-mouth-and-laughing.mp4
"Why can you lift it?" Thor demanded.
Jack slowly said,
"You figured it out. I'm your uncle."
Jane: When the hell did we get here?
Jack glared at her.
Jane immediately understood. Sorry, Thor. For funding.
"You're really my uncle?" Thor asked.
Jack lifted Mjolnir again.
"Correct. Jack Borson. Your father's older brother."
Thor believed ninety percent of it.
"But… Uncle," Thor hesitated, "why are you so young?"
Jack sighed dramatically.
"I sealed myself. Time stopped for me."
Thor was moved to tears.
"I'll keep Mjolnir for now," Jack said.
"You'll lift her again someday."
Jack left with the hammer.
On the crane, Hawkeye shivered.
"Damn it. Couldn't they install some glass? My ass is freezing off."
Jane drove silently.
Thor stared at the hammer like a dumped boyfriend.
Jack kicked Thor's face lightly.
"Stop staring. You'd be better off thinking how to lift it."
Thor closed his eyes to think.
Two minutes later—
He was snoring.
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