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Mjolnir was powerful. He was powerful, and beautiful, and sentient, and most importantly, intelligent. No matter how those ingrates Stark and Rogers mocked, Mjolnir was a being in his own right, smarter than they could ever be and twice as mighty. He’d been wielded by kings, forged from the very heart of a dying star. Power was infused in his every bone. No one could best his strength if he didn’t let them.
He was amazing, magnificent, genius in a way Stark never could dream to be, and no one, no one, could ever take that fr-
“Myuh-Myuh!”
DARCY!!!!!!
