Bluffing! This mortal is absolutely just bluffing!
Even though Thor's heart had violently skipped a beat the exact millisecond Peter flashed that eerie, composed smile, he forced himself to maintain his aggressive front, frantically brainwashing his own psyche.
Accursed Midgardian, watch me rip that smug mask right off your face!
Clinging onto that desperate conviction, Thor didn't hesitate for a fraction of a second. He channeled the entirety of his residual momentum and brought Mjolnir crashing down with apocalyptic force.
The violent kinetic energy packed into the descent caused the localized space to emit an agonizing, high-frequency hum. Witnessing the raw savagery of the strike, the spectators on the street involuntarily swallowed hard.
A profound curiosity gripped their minds: Where on earth does this Peter Parker derive his boundless confidence? What kind of ungodly trump card could he possibly possess to face down an assault of this magnitude casually?
In the next heartbeat...
The sequence that unfolded before their eyes caused every single living entity present—whether human, god, or mutated behemoth—to feel their baseline understanding of reality get systematically crushed under the treads of a runaway steamroller.
Faced with a devastating strike carrying enough divine weight to fracture the air currents around it, Peter... simply lifted his arm.
He literally, casually, raised his bare right hand.
While everyone was actively questioning whether they were experiencing a collective visual hallucination—
CLACK.
Accompanied by a crisp, clear echo, Peter's open palm securely and effortlessly clamped down directly onto the metallic face of Mjolnir!
Immediately following the contact...
There was no explosion of blood and bone. There was no cataclysmic, radial shockwave tearing through the city block.
Absolutely nothing happened.
The seemingly unstoppable, divine weapon lost every ounce of its terrifying momentum the exact millisecond it met Peter's fingers. It looked for all the world as if he had merely reached out and caught a common, everyday... hardware hammer.
The triumphant, regal confidence written across Thor's swollen features instantly froze into a mask of pure cognitive failure. His eyes dilated to the size of saucers, staring blankly at Peter's bare fingers gripping the weapon.
This... this is mathematically impossible! This is Mjolnir! An apex artifact personally woven with the absolute, reality-binding enchantments of the All-Father himself! By what right can a common mortal casually catch it out of mid-air with his bare hands, completely unfazed?!
Mr. Fantastic felt his super-genius intellect experience yet another total system crash. As veterans of the superhero community, they were intimately acquainted with the absolute rules governing that mystical weapon.
Thor had frequently paraded Mjolnir during their celebratory gatherings, and the hard reality remained that aside from Captain America marginally budging it, not a single soul across Earth's roster could even shift its weight.
Yet Peter had casually caught it like a rogue baseball. Could it mean...
An utterly absurd, terrifying deduction materialized within Reed's intellect. And at the exact millisecond that thought crystallized, the hand Peter had wrapped around the hammer violently tightened its grip!
An astronomical surge of raw, crushing force rippled up the metallic frame, causing Thor's palm to go entirely numb.
The divine weapon that had accompanied him through centuries of cosmic warfare nearly slipped entirely out of his fingers! Shocked out of his mind, Thor clamped his remaining hand onto the leather-bound hilt with desperate, white-knuckled franticness, barely managing to prevent his weapon from being forcefully stripped away.
Noticing that his initial attempt to disarm him hadn't quite succeeded, Peter subtly clicked his tongue in mild disappointment.
So I still can't quite pull it off, huh?
He had honestly intended to cos-play Hela from the cinematic timeline, attempting to see if his baseline metrics were sufficient to crush Mjolnir into shrapnel with a single hand.
Given that the Omnitrix had dialed his current biology to the absolute pinnacle expression of a mature Asgardian specimen, his raw physical conditioning was fundamentally on par with the likes of Thor and Hela.
He had assumed that possessing this baseline would allow him to seamlessly replicate her legendary feat.
But looking at it now, that specific cinematic display wasn't purely a metric of raw physical lifting capacity; it likely involved an intimate, historical dominion over the weapon's primeval composition.
Though his exhibitionist gambit had fallen slightly short, it didn't mean Peter was out of options. He focused a highly malicious, freezing smile onto the utterly catatonic Thor:
"Tell me, 'God of Thunder'... was that a subtle tremble I just felt from your hands?"
Before the flushed, deeply humiliated Asgardian could formulate a coherent roar, Peter's voice abruptly dropped into a clinical, sub-zero register:
"Do you happen to recall the specific statement I articulated prior to this exchange?"
"I explicitly noted that once I finished processing that elastic rubber band... the very next target for my catalog... was you."
HUMMM—!!!
The exact millisecond the final syllable cleared his lips, a monumental, ancient, and breathtakingly majestic pressure violently erupted from the core of Peter's physical vessel!
To the likes of Reed Richards and the surrounding heroes, the sudden atmospheric displacement merely manifested as a heavy, crushing weight akin to an advanced expression of Conqueror's Haki. But to Thor, the signature of that energy hit him like a physical thunderbolt to his soul.
He was more intimately acquainted with this precise biological frequency than anyone else in the cosmos!
This was... the unmistakable, pure genetic resonance of the Asgardian Aesir lineage! Furthermore, the sheer purity and absolute magnitude of the divine pressure radiating from Peter's vessel didn't yield a single inch to his own status as the firstborn Son of the All-Father!
"No... NOOO!!!"
Sensing this simultaneously familiar yet utterly alien frequency, Thor's mental fortitude completely and utterly broke.
What was the absolute core foundation of his pride? It wasn't his immense physical strength, it wasn't the mythical hammer resting in his palm, and it certainly wasn't the countless martial conquest marks he had carved across the Nine Realms.
It was his unblemished, royal lineage as a Prince of Asgard! That was his birthright glory! The foundational bedrock that elevated him above the common masses, and the one thing his mischievous adopted brother had spent his entire life desperately coveting.
Yet now, this mortal—this "Midgardian" whom he had consistently looked down upon with intrinsic superiority—had... had seamlessly siphoned his sacred lineage!
Worse yet, upon deploying that stolen bloodline, the stranger was radiating an aura that felt subtly more refined and dominant than his own! At that precise moment, something deeply foundational within the Thunder God's psyche shattered into dust.
"AAAARRRGHHH!!!"
Thor unleashed a primal, beast-like roar, his vision completely flushing a volatile, blood-red hue.
"You accursed parasite! You wretched, insolent thief!!!"
He pulled back frantically, trying to forcefully yank Mjolnir out of Peter's iron cylinder grip, while concurrently igniting his left fist with volatile plasma currents, driving it aggressively straight toward Peter's face.
"Give it back! Return what belongs to me!!!"
Faced with Thor's hysterical, unhinged assault, Peter didn't bother executing a single evasive maneuver. He stood entirely stationary, allowing Thor's plasma-clad knuckles to crash repeatedly against his jaw.
The violent torrent of divine electricity channeled into the impacts served as nothing more than a convenient power source to top off his internal biological battery reserves.
Meanwhile, Thor's raw striking capacity failed to register as a genuine threat; before the neurological pathways could even translate the sensation of physical trauma to his brain, the reality-warping passive of the Horse Talisman had already systematically restored the cellular structure to a pristine state.
Consequently, while enduring Thor's desperate, manic offensive, Peter's features didn't betray a single flicker of discomfort. Instead, his smile widened.
It was a grin that caused a collective shiver to ripple down the spines of everyone watching from the perimeter.
He allowed Thor to exhaust his residual physical reserves, waiting until the Prince of Asgard was visibly panting for breath before leaning in, his voice whispering like a localized demonic echo:
"Now then..."
"Who exactly stands as... the superior Asgardian?"
Thor had completely lost any remaining semblance of cognitive reason. His higher brain functions had thoroughly dissolved under the weight of blind, unadulterated fury.
"Shut up!"
He thrashed and twisted like a wild, cornered bull, fighting against Peter's anchor grip with everything left in his soul.
This absolute surge of volatile emotion actually triggered a mythical biological bypass.
As a deity still technically occupying an evolutionary growth phase, a sufficient threshold of unhinged fury allowed him to temporarily draw upon and mortgage reserves of his future, matured divine authority.
In common parlance: he hit a temporary limit-break.
Driven by that sudden, explosive burst of hysterical desperation, Thor managed to forcefully wrench the chassis of Mjolnir out of Peter's iron-tight fingers for a fleeting second.
However, that was the absolute extent of his miracle.
The moment he recklessly swung the reclaimed hammer back around, aiming a frantic, desperate strike to wash away his profound humiliation with Peter's blood—Peter made his move.
SLAP!
A resounding, thunderous open-handed strike slammed squarely across Thor's cheek, sending the Asgardian spinning like a top through the air before crashing heavily into the concrete pavement!
"Have you thrown your tantrum? Excellent. Because now... It's my turn!"
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