33″“This isn’t normal,” Bruce Banner murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper. He could feel it—the pull, the unnatural weight pressing against his skin, as if the very air was rejecting them.
Thor stood at the edge of Stark Tower, Mjolnir buzzing with nervous energy in his palm. “This is no mere omen,” he rumbled, his gaze locked onto the deep crimson disk. “This is her doing.”
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