The 5000-year-old girl in American comics

For some unknown reason, ever since her complete falling out with Nick Fury, her life, which had been peaceful for thirteen years, has suddenly become filled with unknown waves again.

But this seems pretty good too.

Diana, who had been underwater with her eyes closed, opened them, her brown eyes filled with intense interest.

Deep down, she is still that Amazonian warrior who yearns for battle.

One night is very short, and in the long years of Diana's life, it was just another peaceful night.

But for another person, it seemed a bit long.

Vig was getting impatient waiting outside the hotel. He was the Norwegian Night Demon! How could he be mocked by some piece of trash who probably crawled out of some ditch? That kid had to die! He absolutely had to die!

Indeed, the Norwegian maniac did not wait in vain. Diana and Thor left the hotel one after the other and took a taxi that the hotel had arranged in advance to the airport.

Vig then activated the pickup truck he had stolen from an unlucky fellow and followed.

The taxi in front was eerily quiet; even the usually talkative taxi driver fell silent.

He glanced at the burly man in the passenger seat, then at the unbelievably beautiful woman in the rearview mirror. The driver, focused on driving, thought that if his wife were as beautiful as that woman in the back, he wouldn't dare make her angry.

The driver could only glare resentfully at Thor, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

Thor was also somewhat puzzled by the driver's angry glare.

Since their conversation ended last night, the two have fallen into silence.

Diana had absolutely no desire to talk to this guy anymore. Unlike her two problematic teammates, who were simply arrogant due to their young age and unparalleled power, Thor was simply conceited.

With a sigh, Diana watched the scenery rushing past, only to notice a car steadily approaching hers.

And the driver in the car was none other than our Mr. Vig.

Vig gave what he thought was a gentlemanly smile to the beautiful woman staring at him, then pulled out a P22 and pointed it at Thor in the passenger seat.

Diana made no comment, but she was prepared to step in and protect the driver at any time.

What Thor? I don't know him, I really don't know him.

"Oh!"

A crisp gunshot rang out.

Thor, sitting in the passenger seat, felt as if he had been hit by something; it didn't hurt, but it was rather sudden.

Instead of seeing the splattered brains and blood he had expected, Vig was somewhat incredulous. Only the gun in his hand and the bullet hole in the taxi window proved that he had indeed fired a shot.

"That's impossible!" Vig was confident that he had definitely shot that brat in the head.

Thor realized what was happening, pushed open the locked car door, and jumped out.

The driver was completely bewildered by what he had gotten himself into, but all he could do was drive carefully. After all, as a driver who could pick up guests from mainland hotels, this wasn't the first time he'd been involved in something like this.

Diana was somewhat surprised; why was this ordinary driver, whom the hotel had found for her, so calm? But considering the hotel's special circumstances, it didn't seem like a big deal.

Meanwhile, Thor, having forcefully pushed open the car door, jumped onto the hood of Viggo's car and slammed his arms down hard.

With unparalleled force, his arms slammed into the pickup truck's cab. The immense force destroyed the poor pickup's structural integrity.

As for the Norwegian Night Demon, its cab, which was filmed to be at the same height as the front of the car, already gave us away.

Thor spat out a mouthful of spittle with a disdainful look.

Diana simply had the driver pick up Thor again and continue towards the airport.

As for Mr. Vig? Nobody cares about a dead man, even if he was a top assassin at the Norwegian Continental Hotel in life. Nobody would offend a clearly extraordinary person just because of a dead man.

But it wasn't that no one was eyeing Thor; for example, S.H.I.E.L.D. had been constantly monitoring her with satellites ever since Diana went abroad.

Nick Fury started to have designs on Thor's abilities, which were clearly beyond the capabilities of a normal person.

“Try to make contact with him, Coulson.” Nick Fury’s single eye was filled with a longing for such a superhuman. After Carol went to space, S.H.I.E.L.D. turned against Diana. Now Nick Fury needed a superhuman as S.H.I.E.L.D.’s last resort.

"But what about Stark? Especially Miss Prince?" Coulson was at a loss with his boss. Even though his relationship with Diana was alright, these things were becoming increasingly rare.

“Then try to lure him out and let Natasha handle it.” Nick Fury turned his back to the guards walking below the Tri-Wing building.

Coulson walked out of the director's office with a sigh.

"We need superheroes that we can control; anything that is not regulated is a threat."

On Nick Fury's desk was a list, with two people highlighted, who were also the two Nick Fury felt could control Diana.

Charles Xavier and Emma Frost…

Chapter 20 WW's Peaceful Life

Holding her coffee cup, Diana stood by the window admiring the view. It wasn't that the scenery of Brooklyn had changed much; it was simply that Diana, now back in New York, was thoroughly enjoying her new life.

It has been a month since my trip to Norway.

As for Thor? It has to be said that Odin was very accurate in positioning his son; he never even considered finding him a peaceful job.

The Crown Prince of Asgard is now, if not a well-known fighting coach in New York City, at least a rising star in Brooklyn.

Thor, showing great backbone, moved out of Diana's house as soon as he received his first week's wages.

They said you can't live under a woman's protection.

Diana didn't care. After all, it's impossible for anyone to adapt to the presence of a complete stranger in their life.

But because of Odin's instructions, Diana left Mjolnir behind. At least the current Thor is not the one who will become one later; without his hammer, he's basically just an ordinary Asgardian with superhuman physical abilities.

Weaken the connection between Mjolnir and Thor as much as possible, ensuring that the hammer isn't summoned over trivial matters. Besides, there's a feeling that the hammer doesn't seem to have much attachment to Thor anymore; at least, there's a strange connection when I hold it.

So Diana was relieved, knowing that Thor's physical abilities meant that ordinary firearms couldn't harm him.

Diana was happy to have some peace and quiet. As for other things, she didn't want to care, as long as Thor didn't die under any special circumstances.

Odin wanted his son to have different experiences. Only when Thor realized that his arrogance and recklessness would not bring any positive effects could he possibly take over the throne of Asgard safely.

However, there was no legitimate reason for Thor to experience all of this, and Diana's appearance resolved one of his biggest concerns.

Diana picked out a red dress and changed into it.

When you're in a good mood, you have more options when it comes to how you dress.

I went downstairs, hailed a taxi, and headed to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to begin my work for the day.

But taking taxis all the time doesn't seem like a good option.

"Thank you for your tip!" the taxi driver said to the beautiful woman in his curry-accented English.

Diana didn't turn around; after all, it was just an ordinary morning.

This tranquility is captivating, yet it doesn't erode one's will.

“Wow! What a beautiful ass! You agree, it’s simply the most perfect creation of God. Believe me, buddy, it’s absolutely the most perfect ass in the world, unless a goddess descends.” Just as the Indian driver was about to leave, a man chattering incessantly got into his car. “Oh! Hello, my name is Wade Wilson.”

Seeing the man named Wade extend his hand to him, the driver was a little confused and handed over his own hand.

“My name is Du Pengde.”

"Don't be so nervous, buddy. By the way, what did that lady look like from the front? Was she...?" Wade gestured with his hands in front of his chest, but seeing that Dupont was opening his mouth but couldn't say anything, Wade waved his hand. "It's okay, at least we might still run into that lady in the future. Yeah, let's go!"

"Where to?" the young man asked, spreading his hands.

"Sorry, sorry. I was only focused on that amazing ass and forgot to tell you where I went. Yeah, it really was just because that lady's ass was so amazing, believe me," Wade said earnestly.

Dupont could only ask Wade once again, "So, sir, where is our destination?"

“Oh, right, right, to this bar.” Wade handed over a slip of paper with an address on it. “My good friend has opened his own intelligence bar in a new location, called that damn Sister Margaret’s Bar, so… you know.”

“Okay, Mr. Wade.”

Just as Wade and his friends left, Diana also entered the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

"Hi, Diana," her colleagues greeted her warmly.

"Hello everyone!" Diana's gentle smile was like the most addictive thing in the world.

Now the Metropolitan Museum of Art's best smile is back.

This feels really good.

“By the way, Diana,” a male colleague called out to her.

"what happened?"

“I just remembered that on the day you went to Norway, someone came to see you and claimed to be an FBI agent.”

Upon hearing this, Diana roughly understood who wanted to find her.

That S.H.I.E.L.D. director, I don't know why, maybe it was because of the little boy from the Stark family?

After all, he has been missing for a month now.

"It's alright, Gerson. It's already been resolved, and I really don't know whether to say you have a good memory or a bad memory." Diana smiled, after all, he could still remember what happened thirty days ago, but he didn't tell her when she came back.

"Okay." Gerson knew he'd said it too late.

But it must be said that when looking at those bright red roses, few people would have the mind to think about things that are perhaps not important.

Diana didn't take S.H.I.E.L.D.'s visit to her to heart, since S.H.I.E.L.D. had nothing to do with her anymore.

Perhaps I could try to form the Justice League in this world; I doubt anyone would have any problem with that.

Diana smiled and headed to her workspace.

But at this moment, Thor, who was beginning to live alone, encountered a group of uninvited guests.

“Hello, Mr. Thor, we are agents from the Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency.” The red-haired woman holding identification badges spoke to Thor, who had already left Wonder Woman’s protection.

"I really didn't expect my beautiful student to be... um? What country? Sorry, I don't want to deal with you Midgardians." With that, Thor was about to close the door.

Natasha didn't think these things required the man's consent and stopped Thor from closing the door.

“I think you’d be better off coming with us. After all, Miss Zenglins won’t receive an invitation from us, you know. Only the best of the best are eligible.” Natasha’s words finally piqued Thor’s interest, which had been lukewarm at first.

After all, he received an invitation that even that woman hadn't been able to receive.

“Then I’d be happy to go to your bureau and have a chat. After all, you have such good taste!” Thor smiled and agreed to Natasha’s request.

Thor and the S.H.I.E.L.D. team left the area, because that woman had returned, and the entire Brooklyn area had become a no-go zone for these agents.