She looked like a noble princess — proud, untouchable.
Yet it was that same delicate figure who now calmly stretched out a pale, slender hand and stood against an unstoppable force.
Boom—!
The terrifying heat ray, capable of vaporizing steel, slammed into the small white hand — and stopped.
It wasn't an illusion.
The monstrous energy, enough to obliterate an entire building, was halted by sheer, invisible power radiating from her.
This was the Destroyer.
An Asgardian weapon crafted by gods themselves, created to destroy armies and slay beings of unimaginable might.
And yet — here it was, its deadly ray stalled by a lone girl.
Thor and the Warriors Three could only stare, mouths agape.
Even Sif, the fierce shieldmaiden of Asgard, gasped audibly.
They all knew how devastating the Destroyer was.
Even without fully knowing Bella's origins, they could grasp one thing clearly:
She was no ordinary mortal.
Jane, Daisy, and Dr. Selvig didn't know about Asgardian weaponry, but even they could tell — just from the distorted, warping air around the beam — how lethal the attack was.
And yet this girl...
Who was she?
Bella frowned slightly.
Blocking the beam wasn't effortless.
The Destroyer's raw force, while not overwhelming her, was enough to slowly push her motorcycle backward across the cracked asphalt.
Golden light flashed in her emerald eyes.
Boom—!
In the next instant, a vast and terrifying aura erupted from her body.
The ground shook.
The dust lifted in swirling clouds.
The force of her power alone pushed Thor, Sif, and the others back several steps.
Bella's right fist clenched tightly, golden energy spiraling around it.
She struck downward — not at the Destroyer, but at the beam itself.
Crack!
With an earsplitting roar, the beam's trajectory was violently shifted downward, blasting into the ground.
The explosion tore a deep crater into the earth, molten rock bubbling at the bottom.
The beam sputtered and died.
Bella exhaled lightly, steam rising from her smoking knuckles.
She was well aware of the truth:
The Destroyer was formidable — but it depended on who controlled it.
If it were Odin himself manipulating it?
Bella wouldn't have dared to block it head-on.
She would have dodged without hesitation.
But Loki was no Odin.
His control, while decent, lacked the terrifying depth of mastery the All-Father possessed.
And that weakness was enough for her to exploit.
Behind her, Thor and his companions watched in stunned silence.
Their eyes had been trained since childhood to judge power.
And what they saw now left no room for doubt.
Golden streams of energy swirled faintly around Bella's body, rippling in the dry desert air.
The residual heat of the Destroyer's attack dissipated around her like mist.
"By Odin..." Sif muttered under her breath.
Her voice trembled with awe.
"She blocked the Destroyer's attack — and redirected it," she whispered.
"Incredible," Hogun said, his typically stoic face betraying shock.
"Could she be... a new god born among the Midgardians?" Volstagg wondered aloud, his thick brows knitted together.
The thought was insane — and yet, how else could they explain it?
Sif, hardened warrior that she was, felt a rare flicker of insignificance.
Compared to this girl, her own strength seemed... small.
In all of Asgard, only Odin and Thor were known to possess such overwhelming physical power and battle instinct.
To see it here, from a mortal woman, was beyond comprehension.
The arrogance that often tinged the gaze of Asgard's elite was gone.
Now, when they looked at Bella, there was only respect — the respect Asgardians gave to true warriors.
Bella ignored the mutterings behind her.
Her focus was entirely on the enemy in front.
She watched as the Destroyer, momentarily stalled, began to advance again.
Its massive steps cracked the asphalt, each footfall ringing like a war drum.
Bella's lips curled slightly.
"This is my battle," she said softly.
The words weren't loud, but they carried a weight that brooked no argument.
Thor nodded immediately.
He understood.
In Asgard, to interfere in another warrior's battle was an insult.
"Understood," he said.
"We'll help with the evacuation."
He glanced at the others, and together they moved to usher the remaining civilians out of harm's way.
Bella smiled faintly as she watched them go.
There was a strange warmth in her chest.
Thor — once proud and reckless — had truly matured.
Far away, across dimensions, in the golden halls of Asgard—
On the throne sat Loki.
The self-proclaimed king.
His hand clutched a scepter tightly as he watched the events unfolding through the Destroyer's senses.
A cruel smile tugged at his lips.
"So it cannot be avoided after all," he murmured.
He leaned back lazily against the high-backed throne.
"Then show me," he said, voice dripping with disdain.
"Show me what strength dares stand in the way of a king."
Back on Earth—
Boom—!
The Destroyer stepped onto the cracked main road leading into the town.
Bella moved.
One moment she was standing calmly.
The next — she vanished.
A flash of gold.
CRASH!
A thunderous impact echoed across the desert.
Bella's blow landed squarely against the Destroyer's chest.
The force was staggering — the Destroyer's entire massive frame rocketed backward like a missile.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
It smashed through houses, fences, light poles — anything in its path.
Wood splintered.
Glass shattered.
Dust clouds billowed high into the sky.
Finally, after being hurled nearly a thousand meters, the Destroyer slammed into a barren stretch of desert, gouging a deep trench in the sand.
Screech!
Far down the road, two black Chevrolet SUVs slammed on their brakes.
Phil Coulson leaned out the passenger window, staring toward the battlefield.
All he could see was a massive cloud of dust and debris.
"What the hell just happened?" he muttered.
Before he could speculate, his communicator crackled to life.
"Phil Coulson, the Goddess of Judgment has engaged the hostile," a field agent reported urgently.
"Be advised: the battlefield is moving closer to town."
"Got it," Coulson replied grimly.
He waved his hand at the driver.
"Full speed. We're heading back. And pray we don't end up roasted like Scottish suckling pigs."
"Understood, sir!"
The SUVs roared back into motion, racing toward the unfolding chaos.
Back at the edge of town, the ground itself seemed to shudder.
From the cloud of dust, twin beams of searing light tore through the sky — the Destroyer was retaliating.
The beams carved burning lines into the desert, visible even to the terrified townsfolk still fleeing.
Thor had just helped an elderly couple into a truck and watched it speed away when he caught sight of the battle.
His blood stirred.
The warrior within him, the blood of Asgard, could not stay silent.
Watching Bella stand alone against such overwhelming force —
"If only..." he muttered.
His fists clenched.
"If only I could regain my divine power..."
His heart ached with longing.
He didn't crave glory.
He didn't crave thrones.
He simply wanted to stand beside warriors like Bella — warriors who fought for others, no matter the odds.
___________________________________
Get membership in patreon to read more chapters
Extra chapters available in patreon
patreon.com/Dragonscribe31