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

"No! This must be Li Ang's prank!"

Thor began pacing anxiously in the living room, his already anxious mood becoming even more agitated.

"That damned swindler, he must have put some special stuff on the hammer!"

"Or he secretly modified Odin's backend code!"

The more he talked, the more sense it made, and he couldn't wait to confront Li Ang face to face right now.

"How can there be so many geniuses and monsters in the Central Courtyard?"

"Even a teenager can shake my divine weapon?"

Thor shouted angrily at the ceiling.

Harry stared blankly at his hands, the touch from that brief moment warm and solemn.

It wasn't cold metal, but a weighty sense of recognition.

The anxiety and self-doubt in his eyes vanished in that instant.

"I...I lifted it up?"

Harry muttered to himself, a hint of youthful spirit finally appearing on his face.

"Well done, kid."

Steve walked over and patted Harry's shoulder heavily with his large hand.

"It seems even the gods feel that you have a warm heart."

Harry nodded emphatically and straightened his back.

"Hey! Stop wallowing in your self-pity!"

Thor was furious, jumping up and down. "That's my hammer! Mine!"

"Alright, Thor, stop acting like a child who's lost a toy."

Natasha rolled her eyes gracefully and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

"If Harry can lift it, then maybe Ultron isn't so scary after all."

"After all, we have a room full of chosen ones sitting here."

Fury sat in the main seat, his one eye sweeping over the crowd.

He liked this feeling.

No matter how bad things get, these oddballs always manage to surprise us.

"Although I don't want to dampen your enthusiasm."

Fury tapped the table, his voice turning cold again.

"But Ultron is now in Seoul, and he could take over the Cradle of Regeneration at any time."

"Once he actually prints out a body for himself..."

He pointed to the hammer in Thor's hand.

"By then, even if all of you could lift this thing, you probably still wouldn't be able to break its shell."

Thor snorted and tucked Mjolnir back into his waistband.

I need to leave for a while.

Thor suddenly spoke, his voice low and deep, as if he were suppressing thunder in his throat.

"leave?"

Natasha raised an eyebrow and looked at him with a half-smile.

"Is the son of the God-King planning to return to Asgard for reinforcements, or is he planning to find a secluded place to have a good cry?"

Thor ignored Natasha's teasing, his eyes revealing an unusual anxiety.

"The illusion that the witch gave me was definitely not unfounded."

"I saw Heimdall's eyes, I saw the end of Midgard."

Thor gripped the hammer handle tightly.

"In the ancient legends of Asgard, there is a place called the Waters of the Vision."

"There, I can see the patterns of fate, and see what kind of ghosts are in my imagination."

Steve looked up, his eyes solemn.

"That's your private matter, Thor. We have no right to interfere."

"But Ultron could complete its evolution in Seoul at any moment. Are you sure you want to leave at a time like this?"

Thor scratched his long, golden hair in frustration.

"If I don't figure out that illusion, I won't be able to fight with all my might."

"My gut feeling tells me that Ultron is just a smokescreen, and there's an even more terrifying shadow lurking behind us."

After saying that, Thor's eyes began to search the room.

He clearly didn't want to go into that gloomy cave alone.

He first looked at Patton.

"Clint, you are an excellent soldier, your will is stronger than iron."

"Come with me. I need a sober person to pull me back."

Barton paused for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at Laura behind him.

Laura was gently stroking her belly, her eyes filled with worry.

Before Barton could speak, Natasha stepped between the two of them.

"Don't even think about it, big guy."

Natasha's eyes were playful, but her tone carried an undeniable forcefulness.

"You're really planning to take the head of this household away in front of his wife?"

"Clint finally got to come home, but he didn't even get to spend much time with the kids."

Thor paused for a moment, then scratched his head somewhat sheepishly.

"Head of the household?"

Natasha burst out laughing.

"If he leaves, won't it be awkward for us uninvited guests to be stuck here?"

Barton gave Natasha a grateful look, then shrugged at Thor.

"Sorry, buddy, it seems my divine office has been stripped away."

Thor sighed and turned his gaze back to Steve.

Before he could speak, Steve gently shook his head.

"I have to stay and take command, Thor. If Ultron really does show up in Seoul, we need a brain here."

Thor then looked at Banner.

Banner shrank back into the sofa and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Don't look at me, Thor. If I accidentally touch that thing you're talking about, Hulk will be overjoyed."

"If he goes on a killing spree without restraint, it won't be something you can handle."

Thor thought about the scene of the Battle of New York and subconsciously shuddered.

As for Frank...

Thor stared at the Punisher, whose face was contorted with murderous intent, as he scraped his nails with a cuticle razor.

He decisively gave up.

If we take this guy to the Fountain of Destiny, Frank will probably jump into the pool before him and see his wife and children from his memories.

Finally, Thor's gaze fell on Harry, who was lost in thought.

Harry was still reeling from the shock of having just lifted the hammer.

He stared at his palm, muttering to himself, seemingly muttering something to himself.

"Kid."

Thor strode up to Harry, his weight pressing down on him like a mountain.

Harry was startled and jerked his head up, nearly bumping into Thor's chin.

"Oh? Uncle Thor, is there something you need?"

Thor stretched out his large, fan-like hand and grabbed Harry's shoulder.

"Since you can move my Mjolnir, it means you have already gained the initial recognition of the Asgardian divine authority."

Thor's lips curled into a wicked smile.

"Come with me and broaden your horizons; it's better than staying here counting potatoes."

Harry was completely stunned.

"See...see the world? Where to? I still have a suit of armor that needs fixing!"

"No need to repair it. That kind of dilapidated thing might be passable in the central courtyard, but it's meaningless in the realm of the gods."

Without a word, Thor grabbed Harry by the collar, like he was carrying a frightened kitten.

"Thor! Are you insane?"

Barton stood up, his voice tinged with anxiety.

"Are you really going to take the only minor in the Avengers away?"

"He's still a child! He doesn't even have a driver's license!"

Thor turned back and flashed a bright white smile at Barton.

"Don't worry, the potential he just showed is more than all of yours combined."

"I will teach him how to think like a real warrior."