Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Peter is currently completely unaware of what is happening in the universe.

It was already dawn when he left Felicia's apartment.

This is why he has the Horse Talisman with him, so he never feels tired no matter how hard he works.

Even a superhero would not be able to withstand such physical exertion.

After leaving Felicia's house, Peter first went to the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

The result, however, was...

"Unfortunately, Ms. Sif is not with S.H.I.E.L.D."

Hill shrugged at him helplessly:

"To be precise, she hasn't been back to headquarters for almost a week, and has been constantly taking on missions."

At this point, a hint of sarcasm crept into her tone:

"It seems our director has really hurt that goddess lady quite badly this time~"

"It won't do you any good to pry into your boss's gossip."

Peter casually made a joke to Hill.

"Watch out or I'll fire you."

"Really?" Hill winked at Peter playfully.

"If you can find a new secretary as hardworking, dedicated, and never bothering you in your daily life as me... I'd be happy to step down."

"Alright, Ms. Maria, you win!" Peter raised his hands in surrender, then looked Hill up and down with a highly aggressive gaze.

"Perhaps I should have used a different tactic? Like... be careful not to get yourself into trouble! After all, your boss has a lot of energy!"

Hill finally sensed something was wrong. She instinctively covered her chest, looking wary.

Her reaction brought a victorious smile to Peter's face.

"I forgot to remind you, to me, it makes no difference whether anyone in this world is wearing clothes or not..."

Hmm~ Who would have thought that Agent Marcia, who seems so aloof and celibate, would have such avant-garde fashion sense? I love the lace style~

After saying this, Peter decisively left the office laughing before the document could be slapped in his face.

Well, I have to say, people do need some constraints.

Take Peter for example. Ever since he confirmed with Sif that Gwen and Felicia weren't actually that bothered by his philandering, he's felt himself becoming increasingly unrestrained with his words.

However... this might also be related to the fact that Agent Maria is indeed very good-looking.

Agent Maria, you still look quite charming!

Behind Peter, Maria picked up the folder from the ground, and then her fingers unconsciously adjusted the edge of her bra.

He can actually see!

If you can see what style of underwear you're wearing, then you can also see...

Thinking of this, two unusual blushes crept onto Maria's pretty face...

……

"Go to Sif's side."

Too lazy to find out exactly where Sif was currently on a mission, Peter simply activated the Eye of Aurora again.

Little life, the Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters.

Amidst the scattered limbs and broken bodies, Sif sat in the seat once occupied by the Yamaguchi-gumi boss, savoring the finest sake from her humble abode.

puff~

What garbage! It's as bland as water!

Sif casually tossed aside the sake in her hand, drew her rapier, and prepared to head towards the next mission location.

Just then, a spatial fluctuation suddenly came from behind her.

This fluctuation was imperceptible to mortals, but she was, after all, a gifted Asgardian, and thus reacted instantly.

Without thinking, she thrust out her sword.

But to Sif's utter surprise, her thrusting sword was firmly caught between two fingers!

Moreover, no matter how much effort he put in, he couldn't make any progress.

"You actually wiped this whole place out? Well done! Maybe I should give you a small reward!"

After landing, Peter looked at the little bastards lying all over the ground and his liking for Sif increased significantly.

On the other side, Sif's expression clearly flickered when she saw that the person who came was Peter.

For a fleeting moment, she longed to snuggle into Peter's arms and act like any of the little Earth girls she had ever seen.

But she forced herself to endure it. She was Sif, a Valkyrie destined to ascend to Valhalla in the future. How could she act like such a timid girl?

She then took a deep breath and spoke in what she thought was a cold tone:

"What are you doing here? Aren't you going to keep your two girlfriends company?"

"They've already had their turn; now it's your turn."

Peter's direct words made Sif both happy and sad.

He was happy, of course, because Peter remembered him.

As for the sadness, it's because... as a goddess, am I destined to be ranked behind those two earthlings?

As Sif was feeling conflicted and unsure how to answer, Peter suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered:

"Put down your sword! Is this how you treat your beloved?"

Sif blushed slightly, but didn't reply. She simply put down her sword.

Seeing this, Peter simply took her hand and led her aside... Damn it, these little bastards don't even have a chair.

He then sighed and decided to use the Eye of Aurora again:

"Go to my bedroom."

In the blink of an eye, the two appeared at the upscale estate that Peter had recently acquired.

After Sif sat down first, Peter spoke softly:

"I think we should have a serious talk. You've stayed on Earth for so long for my sake without uttering a single complaint. I think you've gradually come to accept life on Earth."

Upon hearing this, Sif's body visibly stiffened, and she couldn't help but utter:

"So, you... you've agreed to be my husband?"

Peter still looked somewhat speechless, but after a moment, he finally nodded:

"However, the prerequisite is that you must put away your goddess-like airs and not cause any more trouble for Gwen and Felicia in the future."

If you really don't want to see them, you can try to avoid seeing them.

I won't force you to live under the same roof as them, but I won't allow you to keep causing them trouble.

Upon hearing this, Sif instinctively wanted to retort, but noticing Peter's unwavering gaze, she ultimately sullenly spoke:

"I see."

"Very good!" Peter patted Sif's head with satisfaction, deciding to continue with his "slap followed by a sweet treat" approach:

"As a reward for your good behavior, I've decided that I will set aside one day each week to practice battles with you and help you improve your skills quickly."

Upon hearing this, Sif, who had initially been somewhat reluctant, instantly brightened up with her big eyes.

She seemed even happier than when she heard that Peter was willing to be her husband:

"Are you serious? You'll practice sparring with me until you beat me so badly I can't even lift a finger?"

Peter: ...

Girl, are you a masochist?