Marvel : Strongest Siblings

Max and Peter continued eating their breakfast when, suddenly, Peter raised his head and asked loudly, "Hey, what happened?"

"It seems we have guests," Max replied, his tone calm. Peter looked at him, confused, but he soon got his answer when he saw four oddly dressed people standing right outside, where Thor was.

"they are?" peter asked looking at them.

"Seems like Thor's friend" Max replied.

"You mean from Asgard?" Peter asked as Max nodded.

"Yes, let's wait and see what happens now," Max replied, as Peter nodded, activating his camera to record the Asgardians.

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Thor's closest friends: Sif, Fandral, Volstagg, and Hogun. They strode in confidently, dressed in their distinct Asgardian armor, looking completely out of place in the mundane setting of the diner.

Thor looked up from his food, eyes widening in disbelief as he saw his friends. "What... what are you all doing here?" he asked, standing up from the booth.

Sif, ever the warrior, strode forward with a determined look. "We came to bring you back, Thor."

Fandral flashed his usual charming grin, leaning on the back of Thor's booth. "You didn't think we'd let you sulk here forever, did you?"

Volstagg chuckled heartily. "We missed you, my friend. Asgard isn't the same without your loud mouth."

Thor, still stunned, glanced around the diner, which had now gone silent. The townspeople were staring at the group of oddly dressed newcomers with a mix of curiosity and fear.

"My friends, I have never been happier to see anyone. But you should not have come."

"We're here to take you home!"

"You know I can't go home. My father is... dead because of me."

Sif's expression immediately shifted upon hearing him. "What are you talking about?" she asked, concern evident in her tone.

"Odin is alive. He's just sick and resting," Sif replied, her eyes locked on Thor.

"But Loki... Loki told me. He said father is dead because of me," Thor responded, his voice cracking under the weight of guilt.

"Loki... that bastard!" Fandral slammed the table as he heard Thor's words. "That snake wasn't just stopping us from meeting you, but he's also planning to stop you from returning by spreading lies!" he said angrily.

"Wait! What do you mean?" Thor asked, still confused.

"The rascal deceived you," Sif interjected firmly. "Your father isn't dead. It's just one of Loki's schemes to prevent your return."

"Yes, he's afraid that if you return, you'll take the throne from him," Fandral added with disdain.

"Thor, come with us and stop your brother before he does something worse," Sif urged.

Thor nodded, starting to piece things together. He then looked at Jane and the others. "Sorry, everyone. These are my friends... Sif, Fandral, Volstagg, and Hogun."

"And this is Jane, Erik and Kyle" he began, introducing his human companions.

"they have helped me when no one did in this world" Thor said as Sif and other thanked his Human companions.

"Anyway, we should go, quickly," Fandral said, and Thor nodded in agreement. They began to head for the truck when they suddenly noticed something in the sky.

"That...!" Sif exclaimed, her eyes widening as she saw a giant black metallic figure emerging from a wormhole in the air.

"What is that?" Erik asked, staring at the imposing figure.

"It's the Destroyer," Thor muttered, his expression darkening.

"Loki," Thor said under his breath, already knowing the source of this danger.

"Y-You mean it's been sent by your brother?" Jane asked, looking worriedly at Thor.

Thor nodded grimly, confirming her fears. "Yes, it's Loki."

Marvel and Peter also stared at the Destroyer. Peter remarked, "It seems powerful, or why else would it be called the Destroyer?"

Max nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "The target is finally here," he mumbled to himself.

"Let's go!" Max said, as Peter quickly hopped out too, looking at the incoming robot.

"Get everyone out of there!" Thor shouted to his friends, who were already trying to warn people. The others scrambled to get the bystanders away from the imminent danger, even though Thor's friends were telling them its dangerous, some making it hard for some to understand and not leaving.

Sif added, "Just toss them out of the way if they don't move!" She kept her focus on the approaching threat, ready to fight.

Others nodded, and as one person came toward Max and Peter, Fandral approached them, pointing his axe at Max. "Get out of here, or you will die!"

Max looked at him, and with a swift movement, he grabbed Fandral by the head and tossed him away effortlessly.

Peter watched as Fandral went flying many yards away. He turned to Max, a mix of awe and concern on his face. "Did you just do that?"

Sif stepped forward, holding her sword at the ready, narrowing her eyes at Max. "Who are you?"

"Hold on," Volstagg interjected, stepping in front of Sif. "He might be sent by Loki. We can't be too careful."

Max rolled his eyes at Volstagg's comment and said, "You know, I came here to fight you," glancing over at Thor as he clenched his fists and took a combat stance.

Sif raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. But before she could say anything, Max rushed forward, his speed catching everyone off guard. He landed a solid punch right in Thor's gut, sending him flying backward and crashing into a nearby house.

"But you didn't see that coming," Max continued, smirking as he watched Thor struggle to catch his breath. Thor sat up, coughing and wiping blood from the corner of his mouth.

"I get it, you're the God of Thunder and all, but you can't lift Mjolnir, huh? So what's the deal?" Max taunted, a cocky grin on his face.

"You're the God of Thunder, not the god of hammers," he added, still reveling in the moment.

Hearing Max's declaration, both Thor and the others looked surprised, their eyes darting between Max and Thor. The bewilderment on Thor's face was palpable; he seemed to be struggling to process Max's words.

"Mjolnir was just a way to channel your power, but it wasn't Mjolnir that was the source of your lightning—it was you," Max said as he approached Thor, his confidence radiating.

Before Thor could react, Max kicked him hard in the chest, sending him flying high into the air. Thor soared above the battlefield, momentarily stunned by the unexpected attack.

"Show me the power of the God of Thunder!" Max roared, as a dark ball of energy formed in his hand, pulsating ominously. The shadows around him deepened, swirling in response to his command, ready to unleash whatever he had in store.

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