I Have a Girlfriend in Marvel

It was already past midnight, and New York's nightlife was winding down. Dong Zhang and Terry brought a drunk Ryo Sakazaki and others to temporarily stay at the Bajiquan Dojo.

Mai Shiranui and King, along with a few others, were resting in the lounge on the bar's second floor.

Mai Shiranui initially planned to leave the door open for Su Ye, letting him sneak in later to see if he could find her.

"If you can find the right person, I'll let you... afterwards..."

Mai's face was flushed as she spoke, clearly tipsy. Whether she was using the alcohol to confess honestly, seeking a bit of thrill, or feigning drunkenness to test him with a highly tempting proposal was anyone's guess.

Naturally, Su Ye sternly refused. No matter her intention, he wouldn't agree.

"Even if there were forty people in the room, I'd still find you. But what happens after that? With your stamina, do you think the others wouldn't notice?"

There were others in the room. Did she think Su Ye was the type of lecher who'd let lust override logic, behaving like a mindless machine no matter the setting?

Besides, what if he found the wrong person? Should he just "go with it" if the other party didn't resist?

No, that wasn't his style. I'm a righteous man! Su Ye affirmed to himself.

"Fair enough, then we're off to bed. Bye-bye!"

Mai, her face still flushed, smiled as if he'd passed a test, then turned and left.

Watching her retreating figure, Su Ye extended his hand slightly, thinking, couldn't you have pressed me a bit more? Maybe I would've agreed.

Su Ye hadn't drunk much, and thanks to his spider-enhanced physique, the effects of alcohol quickly wore off.

After seeing off Dong Zhang and the others, then watching Mai and her friends leave, Su Ye headed out to the Batcave beneath the castle. He had a feeling the night's events weren't over yet.

Loki had suffered a setback here and taken a beating; he wouldn't give up his chance for revenge.

In the early hours of the morning, a streak of fire descended from the sky, crashing near the spot where Loki had summoned the Bifrost to depart.

Iron Man had been thoroughly pummeled by the Destroyer before flying non-stop with Thor for over two hours, covering more than 4,000 kilometers.

The turbulent journey exacerbated Tony Stark's already battered condition. In the end, he couldn't hold on and crash-landed, face-planting into the ground and skidding several meters before finally coming to a stop.

In contrast, Thor, who had no protective gear and was simply dragged along for the ride, landed full of energy, as if he could fly for another day without breaking a sweat.

"Are you Mr. Tony Stark and Mr. Thor Odinson?"

As soon as they landed, several black-suited agents emerged from the shadows. Upon seeing Iron Man sprawled on the ground, one of them, visibly stunned, pulled out his phone.

"Calling in! Iron Man has arrived, but there's a… situation. Requesting an ambulance immediately!"

"No need—I'm fine!" Iron Man pulled his head out of the dirt and wobbled to his feet.

Iron Man, after rushing from Los Angeles to New York, getting sent to the hospital immediately? That was a humiliation Stark couldn't afford.

"Where's the hammer…?"

On the way, Tony Stark had contacted Nick Fury and informed him about Mjolnir. Their objective was clear.

However, Loki's intentions were even more direct.

Just as Stark began to speak, the Bifrost descended once more. The Destroyer emerged from the rainbow light; its previously dented armor fully restored.

"The hammer! The hammer! Go find the hammer—hurry!"

Shouting as he activated his thrusters, Iron Man launched himself into the air. He fired dozens of mini-missiles at the newly arrived Destroyer, successfully drawing its attention before quickly gaining altitude to put some distance between them.

Meanwhile, Thor, guided by the agents, hurried to the Shiranui Dojo, where Mjolnir was located.

Standing by the hammer, Thor wore a sly grin as he gently grasped the handle. The motion resembled that of a lonely Valentine's Day, opening a hard drive and grabbing the source of all your troubles.

"Old friend, it's been a while. Come, fight alongside me!"

Thor shouted softly and gave a strong pull!

(Do not attempt this action lightly; injury risk is high.)

However, the expected response didn't come. The hammer remained motionless, as if it had completely lost interest in Thor's touch.

"Could it be… I'm holding it wrong?"

Thor adjusted his grip, switching from one hand to two. This maneuver required the hammer's handle to be long enough for a double grip.

(If you can't manage it, don't attempt it…)

After several tries, Thor realized it wasn't about the grip. Even when he used all his strength, the hammer remained unresponsive.

Why?!

Thor, like a puzzled child, was filled with questions. Why wasn't it responding? This hammer seemed perfectly sturdy!

Above, dark clouds had gathered, thunder roared, and heavy rain poured down.

Thor knelt beside the hammer in the rain, looking utterly defeated. This storm wasn't of his making, and no matter how heavy the downpour, it felt meaningless to him.

Meanwhile, in the stormy skies, Iron Man—dodging like a fly—radioed in frustration, "What's going on? Didn't you say you had backup here? Where is it?"

The Destroyer's fiery beam was fast and wide. With his suit already heavily damaged, Iron Man's evasive maneuvers were as clumsy as they were desperate.

Mid-conversation with Thor, Iron Man failed to dodge in time and was struck directly by the Destroyer's beam, spiraling down from the sky.

"I'm screwed!"

Tony Stark's heart sank in frustration. Was he just cursed when it came to New York?

Last time, Ivan Vanko had outsmarted him here, shutting down his suit and nearly capturing him. Now it was the Destroyer, disabling his flight systems and leaving him helpless in midair.

If he fell like this, wouldn't he once again become easy prey?

Below, the Destroyer's face began glowing red again. One more beam, and Iron Man could be finished for good.

He wondered if Spider-Man or Batman had time to intervene. It might be embarrassing, but better that than dying.

As Tony Stark silently prayed, a web shot through the air, sticking to him and yanking him sideways.

"Spider-Man? Am I saved?"

Mid-flight, Tony turned toward the direction of the web, only to frown deeply.

"This Spider-Man… why is his suit a different color? And he's shorter and skinnier than before… or am I remembering wrong?"