"Drip! Drip... Bzzzt... Bzzzt..."
The instant they entered the building, the noisy scene fell silent. Only the dripping of pipes and the crackle of sparking wires remained.
Cold moonlight streamed through the windows. The lobby was already in ruins, its floor covered in shattered glass, dust, and broken stones.
"Click!" A cartoon Iron Man popped up from Stark's shoulder and turned on the lights, while Stark himself raised both hands and warily scanned the surroundings.
"Clang!" Deadpool also drew his twin blades and spun them twice in his hands, looking around curiously.
"Come to think of it, why am I the only one by myself? If I'd known, I would've brought my Bubblegum in too. Even a steering wheel would've given me a little comfort." When he saw the teammates around him, he froze for a moment before complaining dejectedly.
After entering, Natasha had teamed up with Hawkeye, John with his Duke, Punisher with his Journey of the Saint, and Stark with his cartoon Iron Man.
Even Arcee stayed close beside Merlin, protecting him.
Daredevil and his Vigilante Mech had gone to the top of the tower to support Spider-Man. That left him as the only one in the group holding twin blades and standing all alone.
"Fine, maybe my cousin would've been more reliable." Seeing that no one paid him any attention, he casually scratched his head.
"Maybe we can talk once the clothes on your body are sewn back together," Merlin suddenly replied without turning his head.
"Please, my body is what I'm proudest of. Letting you glimpse my fair, tender skin is far more exciting than you getting all worked up from peeking at adult comics."
Merlin: "..."
Fine, better not to respond to him.
Since they had taken the relatively concealed fire escape, they cautiously