While Deathstroke took turns turning on the computers and checking the hard drives, Carol stood nearby, sighing repeatedly.
Things like "I'm not an Earthling anymore" and "I have a home but can't return to it." She had fallen into an anxiety disorder brought on by the consequences of her past actions—a mental identity crisis—and for the moment, she could not even spare a thought for Deathstroke stealing things right in front of her.
Yet she had not considered this: who could strip her of her Earth citizenship?
Even if there were some government department in charge of such matters, it would probably be in some room at some psychiatric hospital, where an especially energetic staff member in a blue-and-white striped uniform would help her apply to regain Earth citizenship.
She had simply been bluffed by Deathstroke. Never mind that she did not know he was the Sorcerer Supreme—even if she had known, the Sorcerer Supreme was not in charge of Earth citizenship administration.
It was not as though she stopped being an Earthling just because Deathstroke said so. He held the Time Stone, not the Reality Gem.
"Checking the computers took a little too long. These things lagged like crazy." Su Ming removed the last hard drive and calculated the time spent. "But this base is quiet as hell. Where is this so-called escaped creature?"
"What should I do? How am I supposed to tell my mother I'm not an Earthling anymore?" Carol rested her chin on one hand and folded the other across her chest, still agonizing over the matter.
Su Ming tapped her on the head and pointed toward the elevator shaft. "Didn't I tell you already? Once you get out, behave yourself. Don't make any more mistakes, and society will accept you."
"...Wait. Why does that sound