Driving the shrunken car, the Survivor Squad avoided the dense hordes of zombies in the streets and arrived at New York Grand Central Terminal.
They planned to take rail transit to New Jersey. A military railway ran directly to Lehigh Camp. Under normal circumstances, using a military railway without authorization would have been suicidal, but surely no one would care now.
"We're at New York Station. Get out!" Happy parked the car at the station entrance, and everyone headed inside together.
It was quiet here. There wasn't a sound.
Okoye, Captain of the Wakandan Royal Guard, stepped forward and gave the group their instructions.
"Hope, Banner, Parker, go to Line Seven and see whether shorting the wires can get the train running. Everyone else, stay here and keep watch."
"Uh, ma'am, doesn't Wakanda have horror movies?" "Uh, don't they have horror movies in Wakanda?"
The two Peters complained at the same time. Everyone knew that in movies, splitting up usually turned into a "getting split apart" operation.
But the captain clearly believed her strategy was sound and insisted on doing it. It seemed the Wakandan king's disappearance had made her lose some of her composure.
Just then, Hope instinctively recalled what Harry Osborn had said: they could provide... strategic consulting services.
So she spoke over the communications channel:
[Osborn? Are you watching? Any suggestions?]
Steve, seated before the console, hesitated. If he had not known what had happened to the Avengers in the other world, and if he had been commanding the Avengers, he would have approved of that strategy. The Avengers were all powerful, and he had always held them up as heroes.
And in his mind, heroes were supposed to solve problems on their own.
But thinking it over carefully, that world had been overrun by zombies largely