He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

The originally oppressive atmosphere strangely lightened up amid the collective "condemnation" of Tony.

That illusion that "even if the sky falls, there's a rich person to hold it up" is unrealistic, but it's a unique way for the Avengers to relieve stress.

boom!

Thor casually placed the Meow Hammer on the old coffee table in the Barton's house, making a muffled sound.

The dining table shook violently, as if it were about to fall apart completely at any moment.

"Hey! Thor! I made this table myself!"

Barton cried out in distress, nearly dropping his fork.

Thor didn't seem to care at all. He leaned back in his chair casually and took another swig of beer.

"Relax, buddy, it's just sitting there, it's not going to crush your lousy house."

Thor patted Mjolnir beside him, his eyes playful, carrying the arrogance unique to Asgardian royalty.

"Is this thing really only something you can lift?"

Frank put down his holster, a rare look of curiosity flashing in his eyes.

"Scientifically speaking, this does not conform to the law of conservation of mass."

Banner adjusted his glasses.

"This is not just a quality issue, Doctor."

Thor held up a finger and waved it in the air, speaking in a charlatan-like tone.

"This is a spell personally cast by Odin; only those who are qualified can possess the power of thunder."

He looked at the group of mortals, a smile appearing on his face.

To put it bluntly, this is an interview with the soul.

"interview?"

Barton raised an eyebrow, put down the towel in his hand, and slowly stood up.

"That sounds even more mysterious than getting a secret agent license."

He walked to the table and stretched his slightly sore wrists.

"If I lift it up, does it mean I can go to Asgard and become a king or something?"

"You can give it a try, Clint."

Thor gestured for him to proceed, his eyes clearly saying, "You absolutely cannot."

Patton took a deep breath and gripped the leather-wrapped hammer handle with both hands.

The veins on the back of his hands bulged, his feet were firmly planted on the ground, and his whole body trembled slightly from the exertion.

Not moving.

Mjolnir was as if it were welded to the table, without even a crack showing.

"Fuck."

Patton released his grip, plopped back into his chair, and spread his hands in a self-deprecating manner.

"It seems I'm better suited to shooting arrows with a five-dollar wooden bow."

"This is purely physical rejection."

Natasha chuckled softly, her eyes filled with amusement.

"Is there anyone else who wants to humiliate themselves?"

"I'll give it a try."

Steve spoke in a deep voice, straightened his tattered uniform, and walked to the table.

As the team's spiritual pillar, his actions always carried a convincing composure.

Thor, who had been casually drinking, put down his glass.

He looked at Steve, feeling a little apprehensive.

After all, this is the "Captain of Light" who was praised even by that unscrupulous businessman, Li Ang.

Steve gripped the hammer handle firmly with his right hand, his expression solemn.

He didn't exert himself as desperately as Patton; he simply exerted his strength calmly upwards.

creak.

A very slight scraping sound was particularly jarring in the silent living room.

Thor's smile froze.

His deep blue eyes were fixed on the hammer, almost popping out of their sockets.

Moved.

Although the displacement was less than a millimeter, the hammer, which symbolized divine authority, did indeed sway slightly.

Thor broke out in a light sweat, and the beer can in his hand unconsciously shrunk in his hand.

Steve suddenly released his grip and simply smiled faintly.

"Looks like I'm not so lucky."

He returned to his seat as if nothing had happened.

Thor let out a long sigh and hastily wiped the sweat from his face.

"That scared me to death... I knew it! How could a mortal possibly..."

I want to try it too.

Jane suddenly interrupted, eager to try.

"Jane, this isn't a physics experiment."

Thor tried to dissuade her, but Jane had already placed her hand on the hammer handle.

She didn't even use both hands, just gently lifted it with one hand.

hiss!

Mjolnir slid a short distance across the table, making a screeching sound.

Although it wasn't lifted up, it was a real movement!

"That's impossible!"

Thor could no longer sit still. He stood up abruptly and growled in a deep voice.

"Jane! Did you just use the power of the Glint-Glint Fruit?"

"No."

Jane withdrew her hand innocently, her eyes clear and bright.

"I just feel that it's not as heavy as you said."

Thor felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He began to wonder if he had been away from Asgard for too long and Odin's spell had expired.

"Are all the people in the courtyard this twisted?"

He sat down, looking lost and bewildered, muttering to himself.

"Perhaps this hammer also wants to find a new owner."

Frank's unexpected remark made Thor's expression even more unpleasant.

Just then, Harry, who had been hiding in the corner, stirred.

This boy, who has lost the guidance of his idol and has been utterly defeated by Ultron, is on the verge of collapse.

"Harry, why don't you give it a try?"

Natasha noticed the boy's emotions and gently encouraged him.

"I?"

Harry pointed to his nose, shook his head with a wry smile.

"Don't be ridiculous. I can't even protect myself, how could I possibly lift something like that?"

"It won't hurt to try."

Patton chimed in from the side, "Anyway, nobody else raised theirs, it won't make a difference if you do too."

Harry glanced at Steve, then at Banner.

Finally, his gaze fell on the heavy hammer.

He remembered what his Uncle Tony had told him.

He took a deep breath, as if he were about to perform a heroic act of self-sacrifice.

The boy walked timidly to the table, his hands trembling as he reached for the hammer handle.

He prayed silently that he wouldn't break the table.

Harry closed his eyes, and the image of Ultron's hideous face and his own helplessness when he was knocked away flashed through his mind.

"If I am truly qualified... please give me some guidance."

He whispered to himself.

Then, he pulled upwards sharply.

Clang!

A crisp metallic clanging sound came from the living room.

That was the sound of a hammer slamming off the table and falling back down.

Harry lifted it up.

Although it was only a few centimeters, he quickly lost his strength and the hammer fell back down.

But in that instant, Mjolnir did indeed leave the desktop.

The entire room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Thor dropped the beer can in his hand with a "thud," spilling the remaining liquid all over the ground.

The god of thunder was staring wide-eyed, his chin almost hitting his feet.

His eyes were bloodshot from extreme shock.

"This hammer is broken..."

Thor's voice trembled, carrying a sense of despair as his beliefs crumbled.

"It's definitely broken! This doesn't make sense!"

He rushed to the table and grabbed the hammer.

In his hands, Mjolnir was as light as a feather, and the power of thunder flowed obediently through him.

"It doesn't look broken."

Frank said in a deep voice, looking at Harry with a playful expression.

"What might be damaged is your self-esteem, Thor."