Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 832 Don't Use Too Much Force
"Jarvis, how much longer until we reach the battlefield?" Because it's a new model and its activation was rushed, Tony needs to make adjustments as quickly as possible. If something goes wrong on the battlefield, he might end up dead without a trace. Fortunately, he has an intelligent assistant, so he's not in a complete mess.

“It will take another hour and twenty-three minutes to reach the location provided by the military.” Jarvis’s voice remained gentle, and he gave a precise answer.

"Too slow, speed it up," Tony said to Jarvis after adjusting the weapon's program.

"Yes, sir, but energy consumption will increase by fifty percent. Shall we proceed?"

"Execute the order." Tony had barely finished speaking when he felt a jolt in the machine. If it weren't for the truly amazing shock absorption and decompression effects he had designed, he would have already blacked out and fallen into a semi-conscious state.

The reason for such powerful performance is that Tony is using a new model named War Colossus, a mech specifically designed for war.

This mech stands five meters tall and features a forged, monolithic armor and frame, making it extremely powerful. Combined with a variety of high-powered weapons, it is a true war machine.

Tony Stark, who publicly announced the closure of Stark Industries' weapons division, chose to abandon some principles and restart some weapons production lines simply because he had been hit too hard.

There's no way around it; reality is too cruel, and ideals must give way to it.

However, while the War Colossus boasts formidable firepower and defense, its excessive weight significantly reduces its agility. Not only does its appearance not align with Tony's aesthetic preferences, but its flight speed also leaves him speechless, giving the impression of watching the Iron Monger climb stairs on tiptoe. To address this, he designed an additional flight suit that could be attached to the aircraft.

In addition to a more aerodynamic fairing, the flight suit also has two large jet engines, enough to launch this heavy mech into the air and fly at a considerable speed. However, the energy consumption is indeed enormous, it's practically burning money. No ordinary superhero can afford it without the wealth of a billionaire.

While Tony was rushing to the battlefield, Captain America was caught in a dilemma.

The war took place not far from the town where Thor lived; the distant artillery fire could be seen even from the yard. This was very familiar to Captain America, so familiar that it awakened the brutal memories in his mind.

As a World War II veteran, he was well aware of the cruel consequences of war, but the civilians here were completely unaware of it, even becoming fascinated by the unprecedented snowfall and climbing onto rooftops to photograph the distant battlefield.

It's dangerous here now; we could be dragged into war at any moment, and that's exactly what's troubling Captain America.

Captain America is well aware of Thor's importance. If something happens to him on Earth, it won't just be the Frost Giants invading. So what he should do now is get him away from the battlefield and the threat.

It's possible for him to ignore the tragedy that war is about to bring to the town and become a deserter. Captain America can't do that. Even just being a machine gunner on the battlefield would be better than staying here.

From this perspective, Captain America is quite self-aware, knowing that even as a super soldier, he is nothing more than a slightly higher-level cannon fodder on the battlefield. A single shell could leave him without even a complete corpse. However, his inner arrogance prevents him from ever giving up, and he doesn't understand what giving up means.

"Why are the Frost Giants invading Midgard?!" Thor, who was drunk and carrying a bottle of liquor and wrapped in a blanket, sobered up immediately when he saw the blizzard outside. He hurriedly looked for a weapon and finally grabbed a meat tenderizer from the kitchen.

“No matter how they came here, Earth doesn’t welcome them.” Captain America took a deep breath, made his final decision, placed his shield on his back, and said to Thor.

“They’ve built a sturdy underground shelter in the backyard. You can go there and wait for me to return, or you can leave on your own.” After saying this, Captain America went to get the car; he was heading to the battlefield, just like back then. “I’ll go with you!” Thor, of course, wouldn’t hide; he sat directly in the passenger seat and said firmly to Captain America.

"It's dangerous there," Captain America said, not forgetting his duty, but his approach was clearly wrong.

"Who do you think I am? I am Thor, the God of Thunder. I've killed more Frost Giants than you've drunk wine. Now, as long as I get my hammer back, I can crush those Frost Giants." Thor said confidently.

“Okay.” Captain America, unaware that Thor was no longer erect, naively thought he was still a virile man, so he sped off, taking him to where Coulson was, because Thor's hammer was there.

New Mexico is currently experiencing a drastic climate change, with the core area resembling the Arctic, reaching temperatures of tens of degrees below zero. Heavy snow is falling within a radius of hundreds of miles, and further afield, rain and snow are also occurring, creating an extremely harsh environment.

However, Captain America was an experienced driver; he had seen worse situations before. So he floored the accelerator, making the bumps even more violent, which made Thor's face turn ashen and his mouth puff out.

Just as Thor's willpower was about to succumb to the churning stomach acid, Captain America slammed on the brakes.

Thor scrambled off the car and before he could even stand properly, he threw his head back and sprayed out a rainbow of liquid—a mixture of beer, liquor, roasted meat, and potato chips. Judging from the amount he produced, his mouth hadn't stopped since he opened his eyes all day.

Thor straightened up and caught his breath after vomiting, but before he could wipe his mouth, he saw Captain America walking towards him with his hammer.

"You looked like you were in a lot of pain, so I got you the hammer. No need to thank me," Captain America said, thinking himself being humorous. It was a little habit he'd developed on the battlefield; sometimes a little humor could help soldiers relax.
"Thank you." Thor said, as if in a dream, with a half-laughing, half-crying expression. Then, he instinctively reached out and took his hammer. The next moment, he collapsed onto the still-warm vomit, unable to get up.

"Oh, f***!" Even Captain America, who was used to big scenes, was startled by Thor. He quickly took the hammer from Thor's hand and helped him up before Thor drowned in his own vomit.

Thor didn't even know how he got up. He felt like a moldy soldier who had just returned home from the army, only to find that in the house he bought with a loan, on the bed he bought outright, a scene of utter debauchery was unfolding, with no protection whatsoever. You can imagine how utterly devastated he was.

Captain America didn't understand what was happening. It wasn't that he didn't feel the power of Thor's hammer, but in his eyes, it was Thor's artifact, and it was normal for it to have such power. He didn't understand the meaning behind it at all, nor did he have any desire to keep this power that was so readily available.

From this perspective, it's clear how arrogant Captain America is.

With a mortal body, I disdain the power of gods.

Captain America didn't know, but Thor did, but he didn't say anything because it was his last act of strength.

"Maybe I should take a break. You can use this hammer," Thor said with some difficulty. But the way he looked at the hammer in Captain America's hand seemed to be enduring some kind of violation, which made Captain America very uncomfortable. However, Thor insisted.

Thor believed the Frost Giants invaded Earth because of him, but he was no longer qualified to lift Mjolnir. Rather than insisting, he should let them go.
"It's great, feels good, and is very appealing, but don't use too much force; it takes a little time to get used to." Thor didn't know what he was thinking when he said these words, and then resolutely let Captain America take his hammer to the battlefield, just like before, except that the one wielding the hammer was no longer him. (Tears well up)

(End of this chapter)