Charles had no hair. If he did, it surely would have fallen out instantly from worry.
If Phoenix had merely destroyed one of their ships and affected a limited number of crew members, perhaps there might still have been a relatively peaceful solution.
But their planet had exploded, and tens of billions had died. That made things troublesome. Even if they wanted compensation, the X-Men could not possibly provide resources equivalent to a habitable planet.
"Uncle Slade, look."
The Storm he controlled once again turned her pleading gaze toward Deathstroke beside her.
The black-and-yellow demon was currently fiddling with the unconscious Punisher, pinching his nose shut so he could not breathe or tickling his ear canal with feathers from a pillow.
Punisher did not move at all. No one knew what he had gone through during the month Deathstroke had been away, but he now looked like he was in a Vegetative State.
"Can't be cured. No hope. Wait for death." After hearing Charles's plea, Su Ming showed a kindly smile, then smoothly delivered the classic three-part diagnosis. "God of Thunder and I just remembered we need to go get coffee together, so we'll be leaving."
With that, he grabbed Daisy's wrist and made as if to jump out the window.
Thor looked completely baffled, but she still forced out a smile and waved goodbye to everyone.
Beast hurriedly blocked the window, spreading his arms and using his furry body as a barricade. "Master Deathstroke, please help us. Charles always says that his father died when he was young and that you were the one who took care of him. Are you really going to watch aliens kill him this time?"
"You're not a wizard, so you don't need to call me Master."
Su Ming looked at Beast's face. He