Barton: Sorry, I can fly!

boom!

The vacuum device surrounding the Cosmic Cube completely collapsed.

The azure energy beam violently tore through the barriers of space.

boom!

With a final, deafening burst of energy, a portal connecting to the other side of the starry sky opened.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Nick peeked out from behind the cover, his one eye fixed on the figure slowly rising in the center of the platform.

The man was dressed in dark green divine armor and held a scepter inlaid with a Mind Gem.

But unlike the elegant Asgardian prince described in the intelligence reports, Loki at this moment looked like a mad dog that had just crawled out of a mudslide.

His cloak was covered in wet mud, and his once meticulously styled slicked-back hair was now disheveled and scattered across his forehead.

That pale face, besides being covered in mud, also carried an air of gloom and tyranny.

"Sir, please put down your weapon!"

Fury's internal alarm bells were ringing, but he maintained the composure of the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., "Whoever you are, you've illegally intruded..."

"Intrusion?"

Loki looked up, his emerald green eyes bloodshot.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"I'm here... to wash away the shame."

The humiliation he suffered at the gashapon shop was like a fire that burned away all his reason and elegance.

He can't beat that damned shopkeeper, but can't he crush these mortals who are like ants?

"Freedom is the greatest lie in life."

Loki slowly raised his scepter, blue psychic energy frantically gathering at its tip. His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper: "And I will grant you... the right to kneel!"

"Fire!" Fury's pupils contracted sharply, and he roared without hesitation.

Bang bang bang!

The agents, who had been waiting in ambush all around, pulled the triggers simultaneously.

Loki was enveloped in a hail of bullets.

However, Loki didn't even try to dodge.

The bullets, powerful enough to tear a human body apart, struck his armor, only sending up a series of feeble sparks that clattered and fell to the ground.

"ignorance."

Loki snorted coldly and suddenly swung his scepter down.

boom!

A terrifying energy wave swept out, blasting more than a dozen agents away, severing their limbs and sending screams flying.

"Barton!" Fury roared into the communicator as he retreated.

"Understood, sir."

In the shadow of the beams above the dome, a sharp gaze locked onto Loki.

Clint Barton, codename Hawkeye.

Instead of seeking cover as usual, he took a deep breath and tensed all his muscles.

"God?" Patton said, holding a bow in one hand and firing rapidly with the other. "Hopefully, he'll be a bit more durable than those sparring dummies over there."

shhhhhh!

The bowstring vibrated.

Several arrows pierced the air, heading straight for Loki's eye sockets.

Loki didn't even turn his head, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, and casually waved his scepter behind him.

Snapped!

The arrows were randomly knocked away.

"Is that all? Like a rat hiding in a sewer."

Loki turned around, raised his hand, and fired an energy blast at the crossbeam. "Get down and kneel!"

Boom!

The crossbeams were blown off, and the steel structure fell amidst smoke and dust.

Just when everyone thought Hawkeye would either fall to his death or awkwardly swing away on the rope, a shocking scene unfolded.

"Moonwalk!"

A low shout pierced through the smoke and dust.

Bang!

A muffled sound, like a balloon exploding, came from the air.

To Loki's astonishment, Barton did not fall. It was as if he had stepped on an invisible step, and the force of his movement created a white shockwave in the air.

Using this reaction force, Patton defied the laws of gravity and was lifted five meters higher in mid-air!

Is this a secret agent from the central courtyard?

Stepping on the right foot with the left foot to ascend to heaven?!

"It's not over yet!"

Patton felt better than ever while he was in the air.

This feeling of being in control of your body, of having the air beneath your feet, is simply addictive.

He stomped continuously in the air, leaping and bounding like a ghost under the dome.

Whoosh whoosh!

Taking advantage of their high mobility and airtime, the three arrows formed a triangular pattern, blocking all of Loki's escape routes.

At this moment, the roles of offense and defense have shifted!

"What the hell is that?!"

Loki's expression finally changed.

If the shop owner was abnormally strong, that would be one thing, but why could an ordinary agent from S.H.I.E.L.D. fly around in the sky?

What's wrong with this world? When did Midgard evolve into this species?

Boom!

The explosive arrow detonated at Loki's feet. Although it failed to penetrate his divine body's defenses, the impact still caused him to stagger a few steps, and a large part of his already filthy cloak was charred.

Embarrassed.

An unprecedented state of disarray.

"You have utterly enraged me, mortal!"

Loki roared, no longer calmly casting his magic. Instead, he stomped the ground and transformed into a dark green afterimage, rushing towards Barton, who had just landed.

As a descendant of frost giants, his physical strength is equally terrifying.

"Die!" The scepter crashed down with immense force.

If this blow lands, not only Hawkeye, but even Captain America's shield will tremble.

However, when faced with the wrathful god, Patton showed no fear, only extremely calm calculation.

Just as the scepter was about to touch the tip of his nose.

Patton's calf muscles contracted violently, and blood surged through his veins like a pump.

"shave!"

Swish!

Loki only felt a blur before his eyes.

The fatal blow struck empty air, creating a deep crater in the alloy floor.

Barton's figure had vanished into thin air, and when he reappeared, he was three meters behind Loki.

Teleport?

No, it's the visual residual caused by extreme speed!

Patton knelt on one knee, his recurve bow fully drawn, the specially made adamantium arrowhead gleaming coldly, aimed directly at Loki's unprotected nape.

"It's over." Barton released the bowstring.

too fast!

Both Fury and Hill, standing in the distance, were speechless with awe at this series of physical feats that surpassed the limits of human ability.

Is this the power of gashapon shops?

This is simply rubbing S.H.I.E.L.D.'s technology tree into the ground!

however.

Just as the arrow was about to pierce the skin.

Ding!

A pale blue energy barrier appeared on Loki's body, preventing the arrow from penetrating and deflecting it.

Loki slowly turned around, his face so dark it could drip water.

He touched the back of his neck, where there was a faint white mark.

he got hurt.

Although not even his skin was broken, being forced to this point by a mortal was more painful than being killed.

"Very good...very good..."

The anger in Loki's eyes subsided, replaced by his former composure.

"Looks like that damn shopkeeper sold you something real."

Loki raised the Mind Scepter, and the light at its tip was no longer simply destructive energy, but rather emitted a bewitching, eerie blue glow.

"But no matter how superb the skills, the defenses of will are still extremely fragile."

Just as Patton was about to launch a second Shave to create distance, he found his body suddenly becoming incredibly heavy.

That was suppression from the level of the soul.

The power of the Mind Stone silently invaded his brain at that moment.

"Look at me."

Loki's voice carried a certain magic, exploding directly in Barton's mind.

Barton froze, watching helplessly as the scepter fell on his chest.

His struggling gaze gradually calmed down, eventually turning into a deep blue.

He slowly put away his bow and bowed respectfully to Loki.

"At your service, my master."

Loki glanced at the mortal with disdain, then turned to look at Nick Fury, who looked constipated, not far away.

"Now."

Loki gracefully spread his hands, as if his earlier embarrassment had never happened.

"Can we talk about the issue of ownership of this world, Mr. Director?"

"OMG Fuck!"