Thor who reversed the Marvel world

Queens, New York.

Midtown High School, in Peter Parker's classroom.

Physics teacher Ms. Turner put down the high school physics textbooks and lesson plans she was holding in her arms, and began to teach her course to the students who were already sitting upright under the podium.

"Now let's get down to business. Let's open the first section of Chapter 3 of the physics book."

"The topic we are going to study in this class is: What is the trajectory of Thor's hammer?"

"Okay, first..."

Listening lazily to Ms. Turner's lecture, Peter Parker lay on his desk without motivation.

With the fat body of his best friend Ned Leeds sitting in front of him covering his lazy figure, Peter Parker stared blankly at the Avengers-specific communication machine that he had transformed into a watch style on his right wrist.

Ever since the school started after the Twinkle incident, Peter Parker has been looking forward to the Avengers' exclusive communication machine to send out mission reminders, because the class is so boring, and what is being taught this semester is all that he has learned before Twinkle.

Lazily turning over the corresponding chapter of the physics book under his body, Peter Parker suddenly felt a little cold. He poked the back of Ned Leeds, who was sitting in the front row, and asked in a low voice: "Ned, are you leaving?" How long until get out of class ends?"

When Ned Leeds heard the question, he didn't even look back. He turned his back to Peter Parker and whispered back: "Um...brother, actually we just started class less than 1 minute ago..."

"Allright," Peter Parker breathed out, and then chose to lower his head to read the contents of the physics book without motivation.

The action of tapping the gel pen on the table with his right hand suddenly stopped, and Peter Parker felt something was getting more and more wrong.

It seems like the weather has suddenly cooled down?Or is it just the classroom that's getting colder?Peter Parker, whose physical reactions were more sensitive than most people's, suddenly had a flash of Peter's wit in his mind.

Peter Parker quickly straightened up and looked accurately at the glass on the classroom wall. He saw layers of frost that were not too obvious, but were spreading.

"Drip drop~"

The Avengers-specific communication machine on his wrist happened to make another sound at this time.

Ned Leeds in the front row reacted very quickly. The next second he heard the sound, he quickly lowered his head and looked at Peter Parker excitedly:

"Hey, Peter, the Avengers are on a mission? The Avengers are on a mission!"

"Nice! What do you need me to do this time?"

"Behind the scenes, brainstorming, fighting side by side, or just skipping classes!"

After being shocked for a second by Ned Leeds' reaction, Peter Parker said seriously: "This is not right, Ned. I need to leave the classroom immediately, but this class has just begun."

"Okay, just helping to skip classes," Ned Leeds obviously lost most of his enthusiasm, but he quickly continued: "But it's not bad, let's see how I perform next..."

The two had just exchanged a few words when Ms. Turner on the podium suddenly stopped her lecture and looked at the two.

"Hey, Peter, I'm giving a lecture. Please turn your watch to silent, Allright? It has interfered with everyone's normal class."

Ms. Turner directly named them: "Of course, and Ned, don't whisper."

Being called on by the teacher, the confused Peter Parker quickly raised his head and responded: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Turner, I will pay attention to it, I will..."

"He has a stomachache!" Peter Parker was still talking, and Ned Leeds' quick shouting came from the classroom, completely covering up Peter's unfinished words.

Seeing that the eyes of everyone in the classroom were attracted to him, Ned Leeds was startled, and then quickly explained:

"Uh...Teacher, in fact, Peter...he has gastroenteritis..."

"What?" Peter Parker couldn't believe what the fat man was making up.

Ms. Turner was also looking at Ned Leeds with a suspicious face, and the other students in the classroom were waiting to see the show.

"The thing on his hand was bought by Peter's Aunt Mei for him. It was mainly used to detect the infection level of Peter's intestines."

Ned Leeds made it up seriously: "Teacher, you need to know that people with gastroenteritis will often have stomachaches once the intestinal infection becomes severe. Stomachaches will lead to diarrhea, and diarrhea must be solved by going to the toilet. And The machine in Peter's hand is making a beeping sound, which means that Peter has a stomachache now."

"So, he has to poop now?" Suddenly, an unknown naughty classmate interrupted and asked.

Ned Leeds shrugged without denying: "That's it."

Hearing Ned Leeds' answer, a burst of laughter erupted in the classroom.

Peter Parker felt very uncomfortable standing there. He lowered his voice and complained softly in Ned Leeds's ear:

"Hey, Ned, this isn't the way I want it to be..."

"But, doesn't this allow you to get out?" Ned Leeds also whispered in a low voice.

Seeing that Ms. Turner was still hesitating and the classmates in the class were still watching Peter Parker's jokes, Ned Leeds couldn't help but blush, and he wanted to speed up the completion of the task.

"puff!"

Suddenly there was a loud fart sound in the classroom.

Ned Leeds farted at the right time.

The surrounding students covered their noses and looked for the person who farted.

"It's Peter, teacher," Ned Leeds quickly pointed his finger at Peter Parker and explained to Ms. Turner: "He must go to the toilet as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"I...it's not..." Peter Parker was speechless and didn't know what to say anymore. He looked in disbelief at Ned Leeds who once again pushed the fart pot towards him. He was about to explain, but Seeing Ned Leeds winking, he signaled Peter Parker not to ruin the plan.

"Is that so? Peter?" Ms. Turner finally covered her nose and looked at Peter Parker with disgust.

There was no way, things had evolved to such an extent that Peter Parker could only bite the bullet and take the blame, but he already hated this Ned Leeds in his heart, even though he was helping himself.

"Yeah, it's me, teacher. I have gastroenteritis again," Peter Parker said, holding his stomach and pretending to be anxious: "I...I have a stomachache and diarrhea. I'm about to die."

"Then hurry, hurry, go," Ms. Turner looked at Peter Parker sympathetically, and reminded her kindly: "Don't pull him on you, classmate Peter."

Not surprisingly, these words caused another wave of laughter from the students in the classroom.

After receiving the approval, the blushing Peter Parker didn't care so much anymore. He quickly took out a bag of things from the bag in the desk drawer, covered his stomach, and hurriedly hunched his back to the outside of the classroom amidst the laughter of many classmates in the classroom. Run.

More than ten seconds later, until he left the teaching area, Peter Parker pressed his back tightly against a wall and gasped for air to calm his inner embarrassment.

After checking that there was no one around, Peter Parker quickly lowered his head and opened the bag of things he had just taken out of the drawer, took out the spider suit and put it on skillfully.

Without stopping too much, Peter Parker shot out a spider ray and rushed towards the Avengers base on the outskirts of New York.

......

Northern Europe, Norwegian coast.

It was originally a lonely and deserted place to enjoy the wind, but now the coastline was densely packed with figures wearing golden armor.

The sea breeze blew ashore from the west. Thousands of soldiers stood motionless. Only a few scattered soldiers could be seen moving quickly outside the team.

At the very front of the coastline, James Rhodes was breathing heavily, putting one hand on the head of the ice beast that he had killed.

"This is several times more difficult than a tank..."

After shaking his head and complaining, James Rhodes reached out and quickly dialed the communication device installed on the energy source on his chest, and said to the correspondent on the other end:

"Inform the United Nations that global joint forces must be mobilized as soon as possible to deploy the Atlantic battlefield and prepare for war."

"Zizzizi..."

As soon as the words were conveyed, he quickly turned off the communication. James Rhodes glanced at the Atlantic Ocean in front of him with a headache, which had been completely frozen. Then he turned around and began to look at the Valkyrie behind him and the people led by him. Many Asgardian soldiers gathered.

He was estimating how long Asgard's soldiers could take the lead in delaying the war on the Atlantic battlefield.

Valkyrie stood at a high place and just glanced at James Rhodes who suddenly turned around to look at her. Then her eyes returned to the ice of the sea in front of her.

Because under the ice, huge blue figures are gathering and moving around, and there are more and more of them.

She was basically certain that this was what the Frost Giants were up to.

"Lord Valkyrie," Bree Duncan came up from behind and stood beside Valkyrie: "Three thousand soldiers from Asgard have been gathered."

Valkyrie nodded, still looking seriously at the frozen sea in front of him: "How are the transfers of the residents going?"

"More than halfway through, but still going," Brie Duncan replied.

Upon hearing this, Valkyrie quickly urged: "Go, let them move faster."

"Yes, sir," Bree Duncan covered the hilt of the sword at her waist with her right hand, quickly turned around and ran towards the Asgard people's residential area.

The enemy is close at hand, and no one can predict when they will choose to take action. If the 3 people are not relocated as soon as possible, the war will only hurt more people. They must rush to kill the irrelevant people before the battle. Wait until all are transferred to other regions.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Thousands of meters away, while Valkyrie was lost in thought, countless blue-skinned figures broke through the ice in an instant and stepped onto the Atlantic Ocean.

There were crashing sounds, roaring sounds, and the howling of the cold wind.

Valkyrie's face was filled with solemnity for a moment. She looked at the countless frost giants and behemoths that suddenly appeared on the frozen Atlantic ice in the distance, and shouted:

"Warriors of Asgard!"

The voices of the soldiers behind him were loud and clear: "Here we come!"

Valkyrie's Dragon Tooth Sword points straight into the sky:

"Get ready to fight!"