"Hm? I heard you calling for me. Were you missing your irresistibly charming cousin?"
Before Su Ming could take a bite of the fragrant barbecue, Deadpool appeared in a flash, a gun in one hand and his Teleportation Belt in the other.
He looked as though he had been about to say something else, but stopped when he saw everyone eating barbecue. The bobbing of his Adam's apple beneath his suit collar was clearly visible as he swallowed.
A stench of urine and rot began spreading through the cramped underground space, growing stronger as Deadpool moved.
Someone's cousin sighed, handed the lamb skewers in his hand to Diana beside him, then stood up, grabbed Deadpool as he edged toward the grill, and led him outside.
"Did you take care of what I told you to do?" Once outside, he lowered his voice and asked his little cousin.
Deadpool kept staring through the doorway at the two people eating inside. "Yeah, it's done. Finding Starman was easy. Honestly, I think he's a good guy. Too bad he has a head—it ruins his character positioning. Um, Slade, I want barbecue."
"No, you don't." Su Ming reached into his belt pouch, pulled out a stack of bills, and slapped it against his palm a few times. "Here's part of your payment. You can go back to Marvel and have some roast whole lamb or something."
The diamond-shaped white eyes on the red-and-black mask immediately became pitiful, and the corners of his mouth drooped.
"But I want to eat what you grilled, Slade. Or Su Ming. Or handsome guy. Whatever your real name is, you're still my cousin. We're family. Haven't you noticed we've never had a meal together? You throw parties at home for Thanksgiving or Christmas and never invite me."
"Your brain