Inside S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters
"What's wrong with him?"
Nick Fury asked as he looked through the glass window of the interrogation room. Thor sat slumped in a chair, his expression dark and lifeless, as if he had just lost his father.
Coulson shrugged. "No idea. Maybe it's because he couldn't lift the hammer?"
He gave a helpless smile. "You asked me to find Thor Odinson, and I actually found him pretty fast. When Hawkeye first caught him, he was full of energy — kept shouting about being a god and demanding his hammer back."
"But when I arranged for a Quinjet to send him back here, he suddenly turned into… this."
Nick Fury nodded slightly. "Have you figured out who he's been in contact with recently?"
"A few people," Coulson replied, checking his tablet. "Doctors and nurses from the hospital who sedated him, a restaurant waiter whose cup he smashed... but there are three people who were in closest contact with him: Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, and Dr. Erik Selvig."
Fury nodded again, then pushed open the door and entered the interrogation room.
Inside the Interrogation Room
Thor sat silently, lost in thought. Loki's words echoed in his head — Father is dead.
It was all his fault.
If it weren't for his arrogance and impulsiveness, Odin would never have banished him to Midgard. And now… Asgard itself might have fallen into despair.
"Have a cup of coffee," Fury said, pulling out a chair and sitting across from him. He slid a steaming cup across the table. "You got anything to say? Like... maybe about how you keep calling yourself a god?"
Thor didn't move. His eyes were blank.
Seeing no response, Fury gave Coulson a subtle nod. Coulson left the room quietly.
Once alone, Fury reached into his coat and activated a compact energy shield, cutting off all surveillance and communication signals.
He leaned in slightly. "Tell me, Thor Odinson... do you know about the Spoiler System?"
He said the last two words slowly, watching Thor's expression closely.
It was confirmed — the system wasn't reacting to Fury's words. That meant this man really was the one who'd caused chaos in the theater and gotten kicked out.
Meanwhile, in the outskirts of New York...
Following the trail of dark energy, Linen led Natasha and the others to a decrepit wooden cabin hidden deep within the forest.
"It's here," Linen said. "This is where they're holding the dark summoning ritual."
He turned back to the team. "You'd better take some specialized weapons. Among the cultists, there's at least one Blood Slave."
"Blood slave?" Natasha asked.
Before she could continue, Tony Stark's curiosity flared up. "Wait, you mean... like vampire servants? You've got to be kidding me. I've seen a lot of weird things lately, but this—this tops it all."
Linen smirked. "Something like that. But they're not quite the same as the ones in movies. Blood slaves don't live forever like vampires, but they do inherit some of their powers — strength, speed, even regeneration. And unlike vampires, they can walk in sunlight."
"Originally, vampires created them to hunt for fresh blood," Linen continued. "But over time, their numbers grew. These days, blood slaves barely have to lift a finger — plenty of fools volunteer their blood willingly."
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent accompanying them adjusted his glasses. "Mr. Linen is right. Our paranormal division has been monitoring vampire activity for years. Since S.H.I.E.L.D. was founded, we've driven thirteen vampire clans back to Europe. We even assist the Bloodstone family in their hunts."
He raised his hand and pushed open the old wooden door.
"Be careful—!"
The warning came too late. A split second later, an arrow whistled through the air straight toward the agent's face.
Instinctively, Linen raised his hand, summoning a translucent magic barrier.
Bang!
The arrow shattered on impact, scattering fragments across the floor.
The agent froze, his legs trembling as he realized how close he'd come to death.
"Th-thanks…" he stammered, forcing a shaky smile toward Linen.
But Linen wasn't paying attention. His eyes were fixed inside the cabin, a grim expression forming on his face.
Natasha noticed and stepped forward. "What did you find?"
Linen's tone turned cold. "A group of animals."
He pointed toward the strange hexagram drawn in blood across the wooden floor.
A fierce, murderous aura flashed in his eyes.
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