Marvel: The Rise of Little Iron Man

At night in New Mexico, the cold wind rolled the gravel and made a sobbing sound on the wasteland.

A huge crater crossed the ground, as if the earth had opened an empty eye. In the center of the crater, a simple hammer is quietly inserted into the charred soil, as if it has been there since the beginning of creation.

The temporary base of S.H.I.E.L.D. is brightly lit up the area like daytime. All kinds of precision instruments surround the crater and make a low hum.

Paul Stark put his hands in his pockets, stood on the edge of the base, and yawned boredly. Beside him, the medical robot Dabai is broadcasting the environment with its iconic soft and cute voice.

"High concentrations of ionizing radiation have been detected in the air, and the particle density is 17.3 times that of the conventional environment. It is recommended to wear protective clothing to avoid potential health risks.

"I got it, Big White." Paul answered casually, but his eyes turned to the two people in the middle of the crowd.

One is Clint Barton, the ace agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., codename Hawkeye. At the moment, he was leaning against an off-road vehicle, with his arms around his chest, and his eyes were as sharp as eagles. He looked at the hammer, and his face was full of impatience.

The other is Phil Colson, the man who always wears a suit and has a gentle smile. He was directing the researchers at the scene, with a rare fanaticism and obsession on his face, like a child who found a new toy.

"Paul, is your 'Magneto' ready? We have tried all the methods, laser cutting, hydraulic pliers... That thing seems to grow on the earth. Colson walked over quickly with a hint of eagerness in his tone.

Paul shrugged his shoulders and snapped his fingers.

Not far away, a box loaded with equipment opened automatically, and several silver-white metal modules floated up and quickly combined into a science fiction robot in the air. Its main body is connected by magnetic levitation technology, without solid joints, and silent between actions, full of the beauty of future technology.

"Magneto, start working." Paul issued the order.

The robot Magneto flew smoothly to the center of the crater, and several blue scanning beams ejected from its detector, covering the entire hammer as accurately as a scalpel.

On the central screen of the base, the complex data stream is refreshed like a waterfall, and the three-dimensional holographic image of the hammer is constructed, and every detail is clearly visible.

"Material analysis... failed. There are no matches in the database, and the constituent elements are beyond the range of the known periodic table.

"Energy source analysis... detects violent but unstable energy fluctuations, and the energy morphology cannot be analyzed."

A series of failed reports made the researchers at the scene stare at each other, and the atmosphere became more and more solemn. Science seems to have come to an end at this moment.

Barton sneered and came over: "I just said, this is a damn, very hard space junk. What kind of treasure do you have to think of?"

"No, there is something else." Paul's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the side of the enlarged hammer head on the screen, "Magneto, analyze the etching lines on the hammer."

"Image comparison and alalographic analysis are in progress... Successful matching, Nordic Elder Futhark."

On the screen, those ancient symbols are marked in red and translated one by one.

Colson came over and recited word by word: "All... anyone who raises this hammer, if... if his person... his person is worthy, he will have... the power of Thor?"

After he finished reading the last sentence, the whole command center fell into a dead silence.

Everyone stopped their work and stared blankly at the line of words on the screen.

In the air, the high concentration of ionizing radiation seems to have a hint of mythical strangeness at this moment.

"Thor? What are you kidding?" Patton was the first to break the silence. His expression seemed to hear the funniest joke of the century, "So this thing is Thor's hammer? What's your name? Miao... Miao Nir?"

"The holographic scan results show that the inscription on the hammer is indeed 'Mjolnir'." Magneto's cold electron synthesis sound gave the final confirmation.

"Absurd!" Patton raised the volume, "This must be some madman's prank! What kind of Thor, what kind of myth, we are agents, not priests!"

His worldview is based on bullets, explosions and cold mission briefs. Myths only existed by his grandmother's bedside when he was a child.

However, Colson was silent. He looked at the hammer with complicated eyes. He believes in science, but he has also witnessed legends like Captain America. Where is the boundary of science? Is human cognition really the whole of the universe?

An unprecedented wavering took root and sprouted in his heart.

"Maybe... myths don't come from empty holes." Paul's voice sounded leisurely, breaking the confrontation between the two.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Paul strode in front of the holographic image, crossed his fingers in the air, and came up the distribution map of the earth's ancient civilizations.

"Imagine that in the ancient era when human beings were still drinking blood, an alien civilization with highly developed science and technology visited the earth."

His voice was loud, but it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

"Their aircraft is 'God's car' in the eyes of our ancestors. The energy weapons they have mastered are 'thunder and storm'.They are wearing high-tech life-sustaining armor and have far more power and lifespan than human beings. Isn't that 'god'?"

Paul pointed to the hammer.

"This thing may not be a 'god' weapon, but a scientific and technological creation that we can't understand. The inscription on it is not an oracle, but a permission verification procedure.' Worth it', that's the password. Only those who have passed the verification can activate it.

He used a perfect set of "ancient astronaut theory" to bring the myth back to the scientific track.

Barton's eyebrows tightened, as if he was digesting the information. Colson showed a sudden look of enlightenment. This explanation was far more acceptable to him than a vain myth.

"What do you mean... the god we think is actually an alien?" Colson asked.

"In other words, it was our ancestors who regarded the technology they could not understand as a miracle." Paul spread his hands, "And those myths are the 'eyewitness reports' that have been passed down from generation to generation and have been constantly added."

He explained it like this, but he complained crazily in his heart.

Aliens? That's right. Technology? It's also right. But this is not an ordinary technology. This is the divine technology of Asgard, which is mixed with the power of magic and runes. The rules of this world are much more bizarre than the physical laws of his previous life.

While everyone was still shocked by Paul's theory, an agent rushed in.

"Sir Colson! We found the clue of another stolen item!" The agent handed over a document, "According to Dr. Jane Foster's description, her research equipment, including all the research data, was taken away by an astronomy doctor named Eric Sewig. We have just located that Dr. Seviger is in New Mexico!"

"Eric Sewig..." Colson took the document and browsed quickly. "Where is he?"

"It's in a small town nearby."

A new flame suddenly flared up in Colson's eyes. The research of the hammer is at an impasse, but Dr. Sevig may be a new breakthrough.

"Patton, get ready to go."Colson gave an order.

"Finally, I can do some business." Barton moved his muscles and bones, and a hunter-like smile appeared on his face again.

Colson looked at Paul: "Paul, you..."

"I'll go, too." Paul answered without hesitation.

Eric Sewig, Jane Foster... These names are too familiar to him.

The gears of the plot have begun to turn.

The corners of Paul's mouth bent up imperceptically. There was an indescribable light in his eyes, both curious about the unknown and looking forward to the coming storm.

The real God of Thor...

I don't know how it would feel to be demoted to the mortal world, without divine power, and being hit by a car?

He suddenly felt that this trip to New Mexico might be more interesting than making a transformer.