Seeing the clueless look on Thor's face, the Ancient One fought the urge to knock some sense into him and replied in a low voice, "The Eye of Agamotto is a sacred artifact, sworn to be protected by the Sorcerer Supreme. And the Cloak of Levitation belongs to the next Sorcerer Supreme."
"Oh, is that so?" Thor pretended to think, then his eyes lit up. "Then, Ancient One, why don't you take me on as an apprentice? Make me the next Sorcerer Supreme, and then I'll get both! Master, if you're low on apprentices, just say so!"
The Ancient One felt her stoic, otherworldly reputation slipping. How shameless can one be? She sighed. He's definitely Odin's son, all right.
...
In the end, the Ancient One gave Thor a Sling Ring and taught him the basics of using it to open portals.
Though Asgard had the Bifrost for teleportation, it took longer to activate and was more suited for transporting armies. The Sling Ring, by contrast, offered Thor flexibility for personal travel—a skill that could be particularly useful in battle. He'd once seen Doctor Strange using it in tandem with others to ambush Thanos.
Following the Ancient One's guidance, Thor picked up the skill in just over an hour. As she watched, the Ancient One marveled. Such proficiency hasn't been seen at Kamar-Taj for a century… shame he's from Asgard.
Thor chuckled to himself, remembering how Strange had learned the same spell on the icy peaks of Mount Everest in mere minutes. No wonder they call him a historical legend—he's like magic incarnate!
Grinning, Thor spun a portal and found himself in the office of Nick Fury at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.
He'd made Peggy Carter wait over sixty years, finally reuniting only to leave her waiting another five. But since he didn't know where Peggy lived, he'd come to see "the man with the eye patch." However, since he'd just learned teleportation, it took a few tries before he got it right.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Who are you? Hands up! Put your head in your hands!"
A gun was pressed against his head. Thor looked up to see a young woman with blonde hair and a steely gaze.
With his skills, he could've disarmed her in an instant, even without his powers. But there was something familiar about her face. He raised his hands in mock surrender, curious.
The girl squinted at him, then hesitated, her expression puzzled. After a moment, she asked, "Uncle… Blake?"
Thor instantly realized who she was.
This was Agent 13—Sharon Carter, Peggy's niece.
The "Uncle" part, though… it felt strangely surreal. He suddenly felt a lot older.
Still, Thor felt a bit better, remembering he had a "young nephew" named Tony who had just escaped from terrorists himself. Lowering his hands, he nodded. "So, you're Peggy's niece? She talks about you all the time."
The moment he spoke, the gun was back up. "As far as I know," she said with narrowed eyes, "you haven't seen my aunt in sixty-five years. Do you think I'm sixty-five?"
Thor held back a groan. Are all agents this sharp? It's almost impossible to keep up.
In a flash, he disarmed her, tossing the gun casually onto Fury's desk. "All right, enough of that. Now, take me to see your aunt. If we're late for our dance, don't blame me when she gives you an earful."
Despite her doubts, Sharon respected Peggy enough that she didn't argue. With a reluctant sigh, she led him down the hallway.
As they walked, Thor asked, "By the way, how did you know who I am? I've been out of the picture for decades."
"My aunt has a collection of old photos," Sharon replied. "She looks at them often. I only recently found out your name is… Thor, isn't it? She's got quite a few complaints about you, by the way, especially about the five years you kept her waiting."
Thor only grinned wider. "Then let the storm be even wilder!"
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