"I knew it. Every time a spaceship lands in this dump, it gets a warm welcome."
Only then did Su Ming slowly step out of the spaceship with Thor. Around them, the mountains of garbage writhed and shifted as dozens of scavengers crawled out from beneath heaps of scrap metal, as though they had not seen Peter flopping on the ground like a dehydrated fish.
"Those aren't good people, are they?" Daisy watched the encirclement gradually close in, removed the hammer from her waist, and spun it in her hand.
Though she had never seriously fought any living creature before—the last time she fought robots did not count—and had fought even fewer aliens, their attire alone made them look like bad news.
Not only were the scavengers filthy, but they also wore armor pieced together from metal scraps. Every one of them was either bald or sporting a mohawk, looking just like minions from Fist of the North Star.
Put simply, their eyes and mouths were crooked, they licked their weapons with their tongues, and they all looked absurdly pleased with themselves.
Su Ming looked at the scavenger in the distance licking a spiked club and sighed. "Your question was wrong from the start. Let me teach you the first rule of being a Superhero: if someone wants to come after you, don't ask whether they're good or bad. Hit them first. Knock all your enemies down, then interrogate them. That's the proper process."
"Oh, right. So this is experience?"
Daisy understood. Being a Superhero meant having the heart of the strong. No matter who showed up, if they displayed hostility, she should go after them.
Deathstroke's black-and-yellow armor spread over his body, but he showed no intention of joining the fight. Instead, he walked over to Peter, who was