"Like I said, the key is right here. Look at the arrangement of these diodes, then look at this wire." Howard pointed at several spots with a screwdriver, then lifted a few wires, arguing vehemently with the person beside him.
"No, you're focusing on the wrong thing. It's clearly this little sphere. This is the key." The other person disagreed, tapping the device embedded in the robot's chest cavity with his pen, something no one else could understand.
Zola looked left, then right, his face covered in a humble smile as he simply tried to smooth things over. "Don't argue, don't argue. You both have valid points. We can run experiments next."
Su Ming made his way to the entrance of Howard's laboratory with practiced ease. None of the agents along the way dared stop him. Only the long-haired Egghead, who had returned to headquarters to keep things under control, followed him around like a persistent ghost.
The moment he returned, he heard Howard arguing with someone. Zola, who should have been playing a crucial role, was slacking off again.
"Ahem, that's the scientific prodigy who just joined us, Dr. Henry Jonathan Pym. At only fourteen years old, he already holds doctorates in biology and physics from Caltech. He's a good kid, too. You can call him Hank."
Noticing that Deathstroke had stopped walking, Fury promptly introduced the newcomer.
To be honest, The Mustache's operation and Faustus's sabotage of the SSR had left both him and Steve overwhelmed.
Peggy, Steve, and the second Captain America had stayed in Washington D.C. to stabilize the situation, while he and the Howling Commandos had returned to Caspian Camp to deal with other problems. Under these circumstances, it would be best if Deathstroke was willing to help kill The Mustache.
So although his face