Thor the God of Thunder—a figure rich in legend.
The future king of Asgard, son of Odin, god of thunder, with a resume far beyond just "has a car and house." It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was the most noble member of the Avengers. By comparison, Tony Stark was just a flashy rich guy.
But despite this impressive start, Thor's life only went downhill.
His mother died, his father died, and his only remaining blood relative—his sister—wanted to kill him. His relationship with his brother finally improved, only for Loki to die too. If he was honest, the only death he didn't feel sad about was his sister's.
He got a girlfriend—and lost her. His beloved hammer—gone. His hair and one eye—gone. His loyal warrior friends—gone. In the end, even his home was destroyed.
So what was all that for? To be the "Strongest Avenger"? Please. The real strongest is still flying around the universe.
"Anyone else wants to try?! If you can lift it, I'll buy you dinner!"
"Where's the crane? Whose crane is that?!"
At that moment, Mjolnir had just landed, and the area was bustling. Compared to the Ancient One's surveillance, S.H.I.E.L.D. was a step behind. When Luke arrived, Thor's hammer had already become a tourist attraction. A whole crowd of people surrounded it—some using bare hands, others with makeshift pulleys and cranes—playing around with the hammer like it was a public amusement.
Luke even queued up to try. But the hammer's will resisted him. After placing his hand on the handle and sensing that resistance, he let go. Asgard's family drama wasn't something he, an outsider, had any reason to get involved in.
The next day, Luke wheeled over a small cart and set up a street stall selling drinks and snacks. He'd do a little business during the day and work his hotel job at night. Standing at 6 feet tall with an East Asian face, Luke looked like an easy target—until he beat a troublemaker into the ground. After that, no one dared mess with his stall.
Just like that, his happy little business venture came to an end.
As a man in black approached, Luke silently complained to himself—S.H.I.E.L.D. Must've finally identified him. In this real-world version of the Marvel Universe, characters didn't always look like their movie counterparts. For example, the Ancient One looked prettier, the Abomination looked uglier, and Captain America's face in online photos had sharper features. Using his x-ray vision, Luke identified the man before him—it was none other than the legendary guide for new-world travelers: Phil Coulson.
After a brief stare-down, Coulson casually looked back at the item in his hand—something he'd just picked up from Luke's stall. It appeared to be… a Chinese longevity lock.
There was no way S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't know about Luke. Other than being unable to explain why he suddenly appeared on a Manhattan street, they had thoroughly analyzed and estimated everything else—his human appearance, Doomsday form's height, weight, and power levels. They had it all nailed down.
Coulson's well-honed instincts told him Luke probably knew a lot about S.H.I.E.L.D. too.
Surveying the various exotic goods from around the world at Luke's stall, Coulson couldn't help but sigh at how convenient superpowers were.
"Pack that one too," Coulson said, pointing at a knockoff Captain America figure from some foreign factory. Smiling politely, he added, "And just a heads-up, this area's about to be cordoned off. I suggest packing up a little early."
Luke handed him the boxed-up figure. "Let's wait until the eviction notice arrives. We're all just trying to make a living—hope you understand."
He knows who we are, Coulson thought, somewhat exasperated. Fortunately, S.H.I.E.L.D. had kept a close eye on Luke and knew he appeared to be quiet and friendly in his daily life. If it came down to clearing the area, they were confident there wouldn't be a messy scene with "city enforcers beating up street vendors."
Why does all of S.H.I.E.L.D. know about him? Simple—because they're afraid of crossing the wrong guy. At this point, it's not about keeping secrets—it's about staying alive.
Thanks to advanced tech, many in S.H.I.E.L.D. knew there was a walking super-nuke hiding in Manhattan. Luke's energy readings were so extreme that some thought the sensors were broken.
Later that day, S.H.I.E.L.D. began its large-scale evacuation of the area. Luke managed to sell most of his remaining goods by then. He suspected some of the buyers were agents in disguise. Whatever the case, there wasn't much left—just a few items he could keep to give to friends.
The next day, Luke naturally couldn't hang around Mjolnir's site anymore, so he loitered in a nearby town, passing the time with his new laptop.
The weather report said the rain would last for days.
(Humorous tone) Didn't bring an umbrella? I'll bring it to you.
Kitchen guy Tom said the veggies aren't fresh today. Want to skip lunch and get barbecue tonight?
Tapping on the keyboard to send messages, Luke randomly felt like his tongue was tired.
Even though he was working in New York the night before, Luke had been monitoring this small town's energy fluctuations. He had sensed something unusual and just moments ago, he'd seen a muscular blond guy run down the street—yep, royal blood of Asgard indeed. Even more handsome than in the movies.
It was a bit cruel to say, but since this was Luke's first field mission, his fellow sorcerer Asad had made things clear—there would be casualties. That's right… minimal interference with human development was required. So some deaths? Acceptable.
Extraordinary battles rarely spare civilians—Zemo in Sokovia was a prime example.
Of course, Luke knew even more. When disaster reached a certain level—like if Doomsday went out of control—the Ancient One would just use the Time Stone to clean things up. He had a strong hunch about this—especially as he looked at the glowing green halo around his arm. Time magic. Doomsday's evolution was often purposeful. The fact that he had evolved time-related powers likely meant the Ancient One had once influenced him using the Time Stone.
Now that he thought about it… if Thanos snapped his fingers right in front of him, would the Infinity Gauntlet explode?
While lost in those random thoughts, Luke watched Thor and his future girlfriend drive off toward the S.H.I.E.L.D. base where Mjolnir was. Luke didn't follow—he just quietly waited for his shift to start.
Luke's philosophy was to avoid interfering in a superhero's growth arc. With great power comes great responsibility—and even more trouble. He had already erased the Abomination from existence, which directly led to General Ross having a tearful family reunion with his daughter.
Luke had looked into it. Bruce Banner had been locked up for a week before escaping. There were no further attempts to pursue him. Luke figured Blonsky's appearance had created massive political pressure for Ross. Or maybe the chaos caused by Doomsday had everyone worried that further interference might cause even more uncontrollable problems.
They were afraid of loose cannons. A lot of people knew Luke was hiding in Manhattan, but no one had a clue how to deal with him. Suspected Hulk-level strength, long-range attack capability, flight at terrifying speeds, and possible self-detonation. What could they do? Better leave it to S.H.I.E.L.D., the "responsible ones."
But in the end, Luke still got pulled into the mess.
The next day, in that small town, the mighty Thor—future king of Asgard, son of Odin, god of thunder—got punched into the dirt by Luke.
And this scene was witnessed by the Four Asgardian Warriors who had just arrived to rescue their prince.