Inside a very secluded, narrow cave on the far side of a hill at the end of Forest Hills Park, Schiller bent down and squeezed through the somewhat cramped entrance. Beyond it, however, the space opened up dramatically.
It was a naturally formed cave at the foot of the mountain, though its natural appearance had been modified somewhat. A workbench and shelves stood on the left, while a jumble of instruments occupied the right. A bare bulb hung from the ceiling of the small cave, with spotlights nearby for illumination.
Peter, who was walking ahead, took off his mask and introduced the place to them. "I don't know when I first got the idea, but I thought finding a cave as my base would be pretty nice. This really is a good spot. It's not far from my house, so it's convenient for changing whenever I need to, and it's well hidden."
"Indeed." Steve nodded. Looking around the cave, he said, "But I think you need to reinforce the structure here. New York's mountains aren't that sturdy."
"That's the next step." As Peter spoke, he helped Steve restrain the black sleeping bag Steve had been dragging along. The bag was still struggling nonstop, with black smoke occasionally seeping out.
Strange stood behind them with his hands on his hips, staring at the sleeping bag. "This thing is a little too weak."
"It doesn't seem like it was made for combat." Steve threw the sleeping bag onto the ground and frowned. "Just now, Peter and I didn't even use thirty percent of our strength before its arm broke."
Steve pulled open the sleeping bag's zipper. Inside was a skeleton wreathed in black Qi. He pinned the skeleton's neck with one hand, grabbed one of its ribs with the other, and tugged.