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Chapter 187: Street Lamp and God (2)

"Oh my god, you finally came." When Natasha walked out of the room, her face was very bad, and you rarely see this kind of irritable and helpless expression on this female agent's face.

"Oh, Steve Captain, why are you here? Didn't I only call for a psychologist?" Just as Natasha closed the door, she turned her head and saw the tall Steve, who was also a little embarrassed. "Actually, the psychologist didn't come, only I came."

"Just you? How do you plan to deal with that crazy person? Don't blame me for not reminding you, he's really sick." Natasha was obviously a little angry. She said, "He's a stupid guy full of machismo, he actually said I'm not strong enough? Let me find a strong warrior to talk to him?"

"Didn't you let him see how powerful Black Widow is?"

"You'll see when you go in." Natasha glanced back at the door and then said, "But I still have to say, try not to conflict with him too much. Nick just called me and said he's very important. He hopes the agents can communicate with him rationally."

"Don't worry." As Steve pushed open the door, he smiled back at Natasha and said, "I'm not that violent."

As soon as he walked in, he saw a very tall blond man punching the wall and vomiting, apparently being sprayed with some wolf repellent by Black Widow who was angry with him.

Steve clicked his headphones and said to the tall man, "Hello."

Hearing the sound, the man stopped vomiting and turned around. He brushed his golden long hair aside and looked up and down at Steve, then buzzed and said, "This one is not bad, worth a fight."

His voice was very loud, making Steve's head ache a bit, but he still smiled friendly and said, "My name is Steve, Steve Rogers."

Thor walked over and grabbed the railing in the middle of the room, saying, "That woman just now was really weak, and she even dared to call me a patient!"

He shook the railing and said, "Let me out, human! You are disrespectful to the future ruler of the nine kingdoms!"

"Let's not talk about that first." Steve also looked up and down at Thor and said, "Do you want to change your clothes?"

Thor was wearing medieval armor, and his head was still wearing a helmet. But for some reason, the helmet was severely deformed, and the armor was broken into pieces. The lining of the armor became rotten cloth strips, and there was a lot of mud on it. You might not have this kind of miserable appearance even if you came back from a medieval battlefield as another soldier.

Thor coldly snorted and said, "Heroes on the battlefield never care about their appearance. They only talk to the enemy with their heads!"

Steve didn't understand this sentence, because Thor's English was mixed with the accent of Old English, and there were some self-created words from who knows where. It sounded like a transliteration of another language, and the accent that had been eliminated by the human language system made people really headache.

"Well, can you tell me how you got here?" Steve spread his hands and said, "You suddenly fell from the sky, broke a lot of houses, and your weapons are still occupying a family's yard. More importantly, because of your fall, 13 people are still lying in the hospital."

Thor impatiently waved his hand and said, "That's because you humans are too weak, not warriors at all, and you don't have the spirit of sacrifice. In Asgard, either die or get up and continue fighting..."

Even if Steve only understood a little bit, his face still became gloomy. Captain America's temper is usually good, and there are not many things that can make him angry, but obviously, Thor has stepped on his minefield.

He opened the door separating the room and walked in. Actually, Steve is not as tall as Thor, and not as burly as him, but they have a similar temperament. Thor obviously also noticed this and asked, "It seems that you are also a warrior, and one of the more heroic humans."

Steve's face had just eased a bit, and Thor continued, "But that's meaningless. When I came here a long time ago, I found that you only turn your knives against your own people, which is shameful in Asgard. Your record is not worth boasting about."

Steve took a deep breath and said into the headphones, "Dr. Schiller, can you start treatment now? I'm afraid if it takes any longer, I really can't help but punch him."

Schiller's voice came from the headphones, and he said, "I'm afraid you have to wait a little longer. His information is useful."

Thor stood in the room with his arms crossed, staring at Steve and saying, "What are you muttering about? Don't try any small tricks! They are useless for the warriors of Asgard!"

Thor's voice was really loud, making Steve feel a little ringing in his ears, but he still asked the prepared question, "That hammer about 7 kilometers away is your weapon, right?"

"Yes, that is Mjolnir, born from the dying sun and the dwarf's forge fire! The branches of the World Tree gave it new life! The blessing of the Father of the Gods gave it strength!"

Steve skipped over the chant that he couldn't understand at all and continued, "Anyway, that's not important. I told you before, that hammer is still in someone's backyard and if it's your weapon, please take it away immediately."

Thor hesitated for a moment, but eventually sighed and said, "Okay, a great god cannot lie. I cannot lift it anymore."

"But isn't it your weapon?"

"The reason is complicated!" Thor seemed a little impatient. "I had a fight with the Father of the Gods..."

"So you and your hammer came here because of that?"

Steve paused for a moment and continued, "Let's assume everything you said is true, instead of the ramblings of a crazy person. The Father of the Gods you mentioned should be your biological father, and after you had a fight with him, he kicked you out of the house..."

"The only problem is, what does this have to do with Earth? What does it have to do with humans? If he wants to kick you out, why did he have to throw you in this remote and desolate corner of Earth?"

Thor was obviously angry, hammering the wall with his hands and saying loudly, "There are no warriors here at all! I will be bored to death here, which is what he wants, right?!"

Steve finally understood why Natasha had that helpless and irritable expression. The thinking of this big guy was like a steel bar, completely revolving around war, heroism, warriors, and the great Asgard, no matter what you talked about, it would eventually come back to these words.

Steve looked at Thor, who was getting angry. He pressed his headphones and said to Schiller, "You told me before that this is an alien with a bad brain, I didn't believe it at first. After all, a race that can travel through space can't be that stupid, right?"

"But now it seems that upgrading all abilities to muscles is also a way out."

Schiller's response came from the headphones, "Indeed, if there is not enough sophisticated wisdom to create a spacecraft, jumping straight up and landing on Mars is also possible."

After speaking, both of them laughed.

But Thor misunderstood and thought they were laughing at him. He waved his arm angrily and said, "Mortal! Even if the gods of Asgard lose their power, you cannot mock us!"

Steve stepped back a step. Obviously, Captain America knew that having a physical conflict with this big guy at this time was not a good choice. He said to Schiller in his headphones, "What should we do now? It seems that he cannot communicate at all."

"Let's give him some psychological treatment first. If it doesn't work, we'll think of other ways. You do this first..."

Steve asked Thor, "It seems that you don't understand your father's decision. Actually, I think it's a bit too much to kick you out of here just because of a fight..."

Thor felt like he had found a kindred spirit, and he said, "I didn't expect a human to understand me. Everyone around me says it's my fault, and they all stand on Odin's side, but I didn't really do anything wrong!"

He let out a heavy sigh from his nose and complained, "I've accomplished so much in the past and made so many contributions to Asgard! But it's like they all turned a blind eye to it just because of my moment of impulsiveness. They threw me out and even took away my weapons. It's a disgrace to a warrior!"

"Actually, is it possible that it's not because of this incident, but because of your deep-seated resentment with your father?" Steve asked.

Thor pursed his lips and seemed reluctant to admit it, but he said, "Actually, I thought so too. I noticed before that Odin was dissatisfied with me, but I thought as long as I could achieve greater accomplishments, he wouldn't be mad at me..."

"I fought bravely on the battlefield and made many great achievements, but he still treated me like this in the end." His voice finally weakened a bit and sounded somewhat sad, "He kicked me out of the home I've always protected, my birthplace, the beautiful and sacred Asgard..."

"Alright, but being sad now won't solve anything. What do you plan to do?" Steve asked.

"I need to get my weapons back first!" Thor said with great distress, "How can a warrior not have his weapons? It's a shame!"

"But Odin took away all of my divine power to punish me. Without divine power, I can't even lift that hammer."

Thor sighed and said, "He sent me to Earth to learn, but I don't even know what I'm supposed to learn. Even without divine power, I'm stronger than everyone here. Am I supposed to learn how to fight from these weak mortals?"

"Do you think your father is a foolish king?" Steve asked.

"Of course not!" Thor refuted loudly, "The Allfather is a wise ruler who has ruled over the nine realms for so many years and is deeply beloved. How could he be a foolish king?"

"Then, since he's not a foolish king, have you ever thought that he might have a deeper meaning behind this decision?" Steve asked.

Thor showed a pained expression and said, "Why does everyone keep saying that? People have been murmuring in my ear before about thinking about Odin's deeper meaning, that he must have other plans..."

"But that's not my job! That kind of guessing game should be left to Loki. My little brother is best at this!" Thor continued, "And what about me? I'm a brave warrior! I'm the vanguard who brings glory to Asgard! I hate standing still and guessing every day without any results..."

"Anyway, things are already like this now," Steve said.

"As you said, you've been stripped of your divine power and can't wield your weapons. There are no opponents or teammates for you on Earth, and you don't need to fight here. Even if you don't guess, there's nothing else you can do," Thor sighed and said, "Well, if that's what he meant, then so be it. I'll take off my armor, throw my weapons aside, and be an ordinary person, living a boring life without any faith or sense of honor."

"If that's what he really wants, then I guess I'll just have a break... I'll stay away from the flourishing nine realms, sprout and grow in this deserted corner..." Thor leaned against the wall, looking somewhat dejected.

Steve sighed and pressed his headphones, "Whenever I hear him describe Earth like that, I really want to punch him."

"Then what do you want to talk about?" Thor asked, looking up.

"First of all, without your divine power, you still need to eat and drink, right?" Steve and Thor stared at each other. Steve said, "This isn't a homeless shelter. We don't provide food and shelter. You have to figure it out yourself."

"I am a prince of Asgard! The guardian of the nine realms! How can you..." Thor started shouting again.

"Well, you can try to use this status to find a job and support yourself on Earth," Steve continued, "But your hammer's fall damaged three residential areas and injured more than a dozen people. You have to compensate for these losses."

"Odin will..."

"We can't reach Odin, we can only reach you. Anyway, although it wasn't intentional, you still accidentally hurt someone. If you can't compensate for this loss, you may have to go to jail."

"Jail???" Thor raised his voice in disbelief. "I am the prince of Asgard! How can you let the future father of the gods go to jail?!!! That will be a stain on my rule career. You damn mortals..."

As he spoke, he became agitated again, even raising his fist to attack Steve. Steve stepped back and said into his headphones, "It seems like the therapy isn't very effective. Do you have any other ideas?"

"Of course, give him a punch."

"Wait, isn't that going a bit too far?"

"It's nothing. This is the alternative therapy corresponding to psychological therapy, and it's also the backup plan for this communication. I call it physical therapy."

Steve stamped his feet twice in place, then rubbed his wrist and said, "Will this really work? Beating up an alien won't cause a diplomatic incident?"

"That's something Nick Fury has to consider. You just need to think about how much strength to use."

"How much do you think is appropriate?"

"My suggestion is 100%, even if he doesn't have godly powers, he has a godly body that can't be broken."

"Human...what do you want to do?" At this point, Thor also noticed Steve's actions and said contemptuously, "Do you want to spar with Asgard's bravest warrior? I will let you know that gods cannot be provoked..."

"Boom!!!"

Thor flew backwards and was embedded in the wall, then passed out. Steve retracted his fist and said, "What a weak god."

At this moment, Natasha, who had gone out to smoke, came back. As soon as she entered the room, she saw Steve standing there and Thor unconscious on the side. The female agent gasped and said, "What happened? Is this the therapy you did?"

Steve turned his head and smiled, saying, "...this is physical therapy."