Peter was still completely oblivious to the events unfolding deep within the cosmos.
By the time he left Felicia's apartment, the sky was already starting to show the first pale glimmers of dawn.
It was a good thing he had the Horse Talisman's magic backing him; no matter how vigorously he plowed the fields, he would never feel a single shred of physical exhaustion. Had it been anyone else—even a fellow superhero—they would have absolutely collapsed under such a brutal drain of stamina.
After leaving Felicia's place, Peter first made a trip to the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. The result he got, however...
"Unfortunately, Lady Sif is not at S.H.I.E.L.D. right now."
Maria Hill shrugged at him with a helpless sigh. "To be precise, she hasn't returned to headquarters for nearly a week. She's been taking mission after mission without a single pause."
Reaching this point, her tone couldn't help but carry a hint of dry amusement:
"It seems our Director has deeply hurt the feelings of that Lady Goddess this time~"
"Prying too deeply into your superior's gossip won't do you any favors." Peter casually bantered back with a smirk. "Watch out, or I might just fire you."
"Really?" Hill blinked at him, her expression turning slightly playful. "If you can find another secretary who is as hardworking, responsible, and completely detached from your messy personal life as I am... I would be more than happy to step down to the second line."
"Alright, Agent Hill, you win!" Peter raised his hands in mock surrender, then swept his gaze up and down her figure with a highly predatory look.
"Maybe I should have used a different kind of threat? For instance... watch out, you might play with fire! After all, your boss has a highly abundant surplus of energy~!"
This time, Hill finally sensed the shift in the atmosphere. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, her face painting a picture of absolute vigilance.
Her defensive reaction only made Peter break into a victorious grin:
"I forgot to remind you. To me, there isn't much of a difference whether the people in this world are wearing clothes or not..."
"Mmm, who would have thought? Agent Hill, who looks so cold, elegant, and strictly professional on the outside, actually wears such avant-garde undergarments. Black lace... I like it"
Before a thick stack of files could smash directly into his face, Peter laughed heartily, spun on his heel, and smoothly walked out of the office.
Emmm, it has to be said—sometimes, a person really does need some boundaries.
Take Peter, for instance. Ever since he confirmed through Sif that Gwen and Felicia didn't actually lose their minds over him playing the field, he felt his mouth getting looser and looser. Of course... this might also have something to do with the fact that Agent Hill's visuals were indeed top-tier.
Agent Hill, I see that your elegance and charm are still very much in full bloom~!
Behind him, Maria Hill knelt slightly to pick up the dropped folders from the floor. Once she stood up, her fingers naturally and self-consciously adjusted the lace hem of her bra.
He... he can actually see through it!
If he could see exactly what style of undergarments she was wearing, didn't that mean he could also see...
At this thought, two rare, brilliant flushes of crimson rapidly climbed onto Hill's beautiful face...
"Take me to Sif."
Since he was far too lazy to manually track down which corner of the globe Sif was currently executing a mission in, Peter simply activated the Eye of Aurora once again.
Japan. The Headquarters of the Yamaguchi-gumi.
Amidst a literal sea of severed limbs and shattered katanas, Sif was currently sitting atop the grand throne where the Yakuza boss once sat, casually sipping a cup of Japan's premium sake.
Pfft—!
"What absolute garbage. It tastes as bland as water!"
Tossing the sake cup aside with a look of pure disgust, Sif unsheathed her slender blade, fully prepared to set out for her next mission location.
Right at this moment, a sudden ripple of spatial energy warped directly behind her.
This ripple was completely undetectable to ordinary mortals, but as an exceptionally talented Asgardian warrior, her reaction speed was instantaneous. Without even turning her head, she thrust her sword backward in a lethal, blinding arc.
But what Sif completely failed to anticipate was that her thrusting blade was actually caught flawlessly between two fingers!
Furthermore, no matter how much divine strength she poured into her arm, she couldn't force the blade forward even a single millimeter.
"You actually wiped out this entire syndicate by yourself? Beautifully done! Perhaps I should give you a little reward!"
Stepping out of the portal, Peter looked at the defeated Yakuza scattered across the floor, his appreciation for Sif instantly shooting up.
On the other side, the moment Sif realized the newcomer was Peter, her eyes visibly wavered. For a split second, she truly wanted to cast aside her pride and lunge into his chest to act clingy, just like those Earth girls she had seen.
But she forcibly held herself back. She was Sif, a shield-maiden destined to enter Valhalla. How could she display such weak, mortal girlishness?
Taking a deep breath, she forced her voice into what she believed was a freezing, aloof tone:
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be accompanying your two little mortal girlfriends?"
"I've already spent time with them. Now, it's your turn."
Peter's incredibly direct words made Sif's heart swing between sudden joy and a twinge of sourness.
The joy, naturally, came from the fact that Peter still held her in his mind. As for the sourness... as a magnificent Asgardian goddess, was she truly destined to always be ranked behind those two Earthlings?
While Sif was caught in a tangle of complex emotions, unsure of how to respond, Peter suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered:
"Aren't you going to lower your sword? Is this how you treat your beloved?"
Sif's beautiful face flushed a deep crimson. She didn't offer a retort, but silently lowered the blade in her hand.
Seeing this, Peter smoothly grasped her hand to pull her aside... Dammit, these Yakuza guys didn't even leave a single clean chair intact.
Letting out a helpless sigh, he simply invoked the Eye of Aurora once more:
"To my bedroom at the manor."
In the blink of an eye, the two materialized inside the luxury estate Peter had recently acquired.
After guiding Sif to sit down, Peter spoke in a soft, gentle voice:
"I think it's time we had a proper talk. You've stayed on Earth for so long for my sake without offering a single complaint. I think you've gradually started to adapt to life here."
Hearing these words, Sif's body visibly stiffened for a brief moment, and she couldn't help but ask:
"So... you agree to take me as your wife?"
Peter's expression was still somewhat speechless, but after a brief pause, he ultimately nodded his head:
"But the prerequisite is that you must set aside your goddess attitude. You are not allowed to go looking for trouble with Gwen and Felicia in the future.
If you truly don't want to see them, you can choose to avoid them as much as possible. I won't force you to live under the same roof with them, but I will not tolerate you constantly picking fights with them."
Hearing this, Sif instinctively opened her mouth to argue, but noting the absolute, non-negotiable authority in Peter's gaze, she ultimately mumbled in a subdued tone:
"I understand."
"Very good!" Peter patted Sif's head in deep satisfaction, deciding to fully execute the classic strategy of giving a sweet date after a hard slap:
"As a reward for being so obedient, I've decided that starting next week, I will carve out one full day every single week to accompany you in combat training, helping you rapidly raise your strength."
The moment those words left his mouth, the young goddess's eyes, which had been somewhat dispirited, instantly lit up with a brilliant luster.
She actually looked even more ecstatic than when she heard Peter agree to be her husband:
"Are you serious? You will personally spar with me, and keep beating me down until I can't even lift a single finger?"
Peter: "..."
Wait, sister, are you a masochist?
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