Carol stood on the lawn in front of her house, the corner of her mouth twitching nonstop, looking utterly broken. All she got in return was the Orange Cat's disdainful little glance.
The spiraling descent had left Fury and Melinda vomiting endlessly, while Deathstroke was busy fiddling with the bug corpses. No one paid her any attention at all.
Even though the sun had now leaped over the horizon, its crimson fireball gilding the sea and everything else in Golden Light, all she could see was darkness amid the rustling of leaves shaking free of dew.
What did he mean by, "lacking the intelligence necessary to maintain a lie"?!
No, she had decided that she would tell her mother a lie later and see whether she really had what it took.
Carol decided she would tell her that Deathstroke was her new boyfriend, that the two people vomiting were her friends from Hydra, that they had stolen a S.H.I.E.L.D. plane and flown back together, and that the four of them planned to destroy the world next.
She would see whether her mother could expose that lie.
Deathstroke was the villainous demon from all those folk tales, so blaming all the bad things on him would be believable, right? Hehehe!
The Orange Cat watched Carol suddenly start giggling for some unknown reason, then turned its gaze toward the sea and sighed gloomily, several whiskers fluttering wildly in the wind.
Just as Carol's thoughts ran wild, Mary, perhaps having noticed someone vomiting outside her door, finally emerged from the house. Not only that, she was holding an old-fashioned double-barreled shotgun.
Dressed in a tacky floral nightgown, with plastic curlers still on her head and pink plastic slippers on her feet, she no longer looked anything like an elite Kree Warrior.
She now