American comics start with asking Iron Man a question.

In the midst of all the hustle and bustle, another day has quietly passed.

"Sir, something terrible has happened!"

The next morning, Black Widow brought very bad news: "Those five Hydra guys are dead."

Nick Fury's expression changed instantly; his already bald face darkened further. "What's going on?"

"Poisoning." Black Widow's expression was extremely serious. "Someone poisoned their food."

"Have you found out who did it?"

"We found out. It was the agent in charge of their food who did it. That agent has been confirmed to have died in a car accident," Black Widow replied in a deep voice.

Clearly, the opponent's series of methods were not only swift, but also flawless.

Both Nick Fury and Black Widow knew that they could no longer find out any more information.

The atmosphere in the office suddenly became unusually dull and oppressive.

Nick Fury instinctively looked up and glanced around. "How many of their people are in this building? Who can I trust now?"

Nick Fury felt a real sense of dread.

A deep sense of powerlessness.

To prevent Hydra from getting involved, he didn't even dare to use S.H.I.E.L.D.'s resources, and instead found another secret base.

The personnel he used were all carefully selected, and only those he was sure of were his trusted confidants.

Even under these circumstances, Hydra agents still managed to infiltrate the area!

Hydra's infiltration of S.H.I.E.L.D. has reached such a heinous level!

At this moment, Nick Fury suddenly understood why he faked his death and why he told Captain America not to trust anyone, as foreshadowed in the footage.

Nick Fury is having this feeling now—he can't trust anyone!

If it weren't for the quiz system, which would have confirmed that Captain America, Black Widow, and Agent Hill were all trustworthy, Nick Fury wouldn't even know what to do.

"not good!"

Then, Nick Fury realized something.

Since Hydra has infiltrated to this extent, what about his trusted confidant in the technical department?

Nick Fury immediately started making internal calls to inquire about his trusted confidant's data breach.

But then he discovered that he could no longer contact his trusted confidant.

After inquiring with the logistics department, I discovered that even that trusted confidant was dead.

The data he sent for analysis also disappeared without a trace.

Nick Fury couldn't help but gasp.

Although he is the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the entire agency has been taken over by an invisible hand, completely isolating Nick Fury from the outside world.

Is this still my S.H.I.E.L.D.?

Nick Fury couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Winter Soldier."

After a long while, Nick Fury finally looked up and asked Black Widow in a deep voice.

“He and those five Hydra agents were held in separate systems, under Captain America’s personal supervision. He’s fine,” Black Widow shook her head.

This made Nick Fury breathe a sigh of relief.

Although most of the results were destroyed by Hydra, at least it wasn't all for naught, and the Winter Soldier is still alive!

"Romanov, immediately move the Winter Soldier. Don't tell anyone except you and Captain Rogers!"

"I will secretly recruit another group of people. No one in S.H.I.E.L.D. can be trusted anymore!"

"Romanov, we are now at the most critical stage of the battle, be careful!"

"Understood, sir!"

Black Widow nodded solemnly and then withdrew.

Because Hydra's actions were too swift, catching Nick Fury off guard, the raid on the Hydra base did not yield much success.

Or rather, the only gain was the Winter Warrior.

In addition, some paper documents that were burned and incomplete did yield some information, but it was all information that was not very important.

Nick Fury began to become more discreet and cautious.

But that's only the surface.

Privately, Nick Fury had countless communications and exchanges with Captain America, Black Widow, Coulson, Hill, and Tony Stark—people he was certain could trust.

A series of arrangements are being made quietly.

As for Thor, he basically spends all his time inside S.H.I.E.L.D., trying to communicate with his hammer and try to pick it up every day.

however……

Several days passed without any progress, and I even became depressed.

"Why, Father, why are you doing this to me?"

Thor sat on the floor, looking utterly dejected, staring at the ceiling and muttering to himself in utter frustration.

"Brother!"

Suddenly, a very familiar voice rang in Thor's ears.

Thor looked up and saw that the person who had come was none other than his brother Loki.

"Loki? What brings you here?" Thor stood up abruptly, a look of surprise on his face.

“I need to see you,” Loki said to Thor with a serious expression.

"Has something happened? By the way, how's the situation in Jotunheim?" Thor immediately looked at Loki and asked seriously.

"Father is dead," Loki said to Thor, his face filled with grief and solemnity.

"What?" Thor was taken aback, then became somewhat angry. "Enough, Loki, there's a limit to your jokes. How could you make up stories about our father like that?"

“You think I’m joking? Would I joke about something like this?” Loki repeated seriously, “It’s true, Father is dead.”

"Loki, stop with your act!" Thor said firmly. "I know Father isn't dead, so don't lie to me! I'm not as easily fooled as I used to be!"

Loki: "..."

Loki was somewhat bewildered.

what happened?

Is this still my brother, whose brain is all muscle and who can fool anyone?

Why are you so smart this time?

Did Thor accidentally get hit on the head by a meteorite during his father's exile, which is why he suddenly became enlightened?

"That's really impressive, brother!"

Seeing that his trick had failed, Loki simply stopped pretending and, like a change of face, revealed a cunning smile.

“It seems that exile is not only not a bad thing for you, but a good thing!” Loki said with a mixture of sarcasm and emotion. “I suddenly understand what my father meant.”

"Loki, take me back to Asgard. I will explain everything to my father! I also want to have a proper talk with you!" Thor said to Loki with a serious expression.

"You are being exiled by Father's decree. I'm sorry, brother, I cannot take you back!"

"I'm really happy to see you grow up in Midgard."

"Oh, by the way, I should tell you that because of my father's disappointment in you, the burden of the throne has now fallen on my shoulders."

Loki, with a hint of smugness on his face, said to Thor.

It's like a younger brother who has long been overshadowed by his older brother's glory, finally doing something that makes his older brother look at him in a new light.

It's the kind of showing off that comes from the heart, seeking validation.

Thor already knew about Loki's ambition for the throne through the quiz system, so he wasn't surprised. He even felt sorry for Loki and a little ashamed of himself.

Thor knew that Loki didn't want the throne, but simply to be on equal footing with him, nothing more.

“Loki, you can have the throne,” Thor said sincerely to Loki. “During these days of exile, I’ve been reflecting on things. Perhaps my father and I have neglected you a bit…”

"Stop your hypocritical act!" Loki angrily interrupted Thor, "'Take it all'? You don't want it anymore, so you're giving it to me?"

"No, Loki, that's not what I meant..."

"The throne should have been mine! I am more entitled than you! But neither you nor Father understand this! It's alright, I will make you understand!"

Goodbye, brother!

After saying these words to Thor, Loki's body vanished like a phantom.

"No, Loki, wait!" Thor cried out urgently.

However, Loki completely ignored Thor and left without a trace.

Looking at the empty void in front of him, Thor felt incredibly frustrated.

But now, there's nothing he can do.

Or rather, there was nothing else he could do but pick up the hammer and return to Asgard as soon as possible.

……

Inside a dimly lit hall in Asgard.

A group of guys started to get restless.

A large, bearded man wearing armor was frantically gnawing on a chicken leg.

But judging from his appearance, he was just using the act of eating like crazy to vent his frustrations.

“Our best friend has been banished, Loki has ascended the throne, and you can still eat!” Another short-haired, armored man couldn’t help but point at the bearded man and curse.

"Four wild boars, six pheasants, half a cow, and two barrels of ale—it's utterly shameful! Don't you care at all?!"

The short-haired man was so angry that he slapped the chicken leg out of the bearded man's hand.