Saul’s Story

"Drink some hot water. When you calm down, we can talk again. If you want, you can tell me your story. Here's a towel. Wipe the rain. I'll talk to my boss about something." Wesley went out.

"Unusual energy fluctuation detected. According to the plot in the movie, Loki should be here. The details are not clear. I can't detect it through your skin." Apple's voice sounded.

"Don't worry about them. We're not capable enough now. Let's talk about it later." Wesley walked directly to Phil.

"Are you sure he's the owner of the hammer?" Phil asked directly.

"More or less. It doesn't look fake. I don't think he's from Earth. He's foreign. So is Hammer," Wesley said.

"You recognize it?" Sivett asked.

"Don't you read mythology? You must have seen it when you were little." Wesley went directly to the empty computer on the side and typed quickly with his hands. Then an image appeared. "Look, it's exactly the same as the hammer, and this person's name is Saul. His confidence just now, and then sadness later, remember sadness instead of depression."

"Mythical characters? Are you kidding?" Hawkeye spoke.

"Haha, how can it be a joke? In ancient times, people didn't have much knowledge, so they looked like mythical figures, but we are wrong to see them that way. We can see them as aliens, right?"

"Aliens?" Phil repeated. "Are you sure?"

"How can I be sure? I haven't talked to him yet. Prepare something to eat, something delicious. I'll talk to him. If he's really an alien, then what he says will be logical enough. By the way, when I sleep during the day, have you done anything?"

Phil thought for a moment and said, "I'm going to get the research materials of a female scientist. Her name is Jane Foster."

"I see." Wesley turned and went back to the room. Saul was even more depressed. Loki had probably just come and deceived the unlucky guy. He thought his father was dead.

"What's wrong? You look even sadder. Did you encounter anything while I was out?" Wesley asked.

"My father died because of me. I should continue to be exiled."

"Can you tell me your story? If you have someone to share your pain with, your pain will be halved. If someone shares their happiness with you, your happiness will be doubled."

"That's an interesting way of putting it." Saul was a little moved after hearing it. At this time, food was brought in, some heated burgers and coffee, which they basically brought in the wild, and some hot mashed potatoes.

"Let's talk about it while we eat. We have a lot of time. I can send you to wherever you want to go in the morning. After all, it's raining heavily." At this time, Jane Foster was trying to think of a way to save him, but she was not in a hurry. After all, Saul was not escorted in, but invited in.

Saul began to tell his story of a young fighter who, after acting on his own, was exiled here for contradicting his father, and he could no longer pick up Mjölnir. The story of Bifrost, the division of the Nine Realms, and the World Tree, among other things, gave Wesley a little more information. The world is so magical.

They ate and talked until morning. "Thank you for listening to my story, but I think I'll leave."

'Do you have somewhere to go?'

"Well, there's a friend, but you seem to have taken her things."

"Don't worry, we will return it. This is just an inspection, as long as her research is not harmful to our world. After all, there are some things that we can't touch now, so we have to be careful. That's my job."

Wesley came out with Saul and then got Jane Foster's notebook. "Here, you can return this to her first. We will check the rest carefully. Now I will send you to her." Wesley drove Saul away.

"Sir, are we just going to let him leave?" Sitwell asked.

"We're just paying for a meal, aren't we?" Phil said with a smile. Phil's words stunned everyone, but they did feel that it made sense. Whether the other party is an alien or not, they just paid for a meal. It doesn't matter if it's an enemy, because he's sure he can't take the hammer.

Wesley drove Saul to town. Jane Foster, Eric Shavig, and Daisy Louise were drinking coffee in their old studio. When Saul walked in, Jane Foster stood up excitedly. "I'm so glad you're okay."

"Sorry to worry you." Then Saul handed her a black leather-wrapped notebook. It was thick with many notes, all Jane Foster's work notes.

"Thanks to the help of my new friend, this is Wesley Gibson, my new friend." Saul introduced him.

"He's from S.H.I.E.L.D., right? They're the ones who took our research materials," Daisy Louise said angrily.

"Hehe, don't worry. What you're researching will come back. It's mainly to see if there are any threats or if it will help us. Our job is to do that. Please think carefully when you complain. If it weren't for our hard work, would you do research so quietly? Some scientists completely ignore the safety of others or the safety of the earth for their own ideas. Am I right?"

The three of them stopped talking. They did shout back then and did not think about anything else. They just felt sorry for their research, but they did not know the consequences of their research.

"Please come in and have coffee with us." Dr. Erik Selvig invited Wesley in. The place is empty now, and Saul and Jane Foster are talking. They seem to be talking well. Is this fate? Saul didn't come back last night and he didn't talk to her at night. Now he can talk so happily?

Saul must have been telling his story again, and Wesley was quietly drinking coffee. He was waiting for someone from the Realm to show up. Thor's story could be said to have happened very quickly, just a few days, because his affairs were indeed urgent and he did not have that much time to waste. But Wesley had miscalculated. Saul's friend did not show up, and he had to leave. After all, he could not live here.