"Check or transfer?"
Tony set his glass down on the bar and lifted his chin slightly. He did not care about a little money. As long as he knew the rescue had gone smoothly, he did not mind being generous for once.
"Cash. Old bills with nonconsecutive serial numbers. Have your bodyguard deliver it to Deadpool. Happy knows where Wade lives."
Deathstroke walked past Tony and stared at the floating numbers and formulas in the air, putting on a convincing show of deep thought.
Iron Man did not haggle. He immediately called Happy and told him to handle it. One hundred thousand US Dollars was a trivial amount, and compared to that, he was far more curious about what Deathstroke and the others had seen on the other side of the spatial rift.
"Tell me about your travels?" He returned to the bar and poured himself another drink.
"You can buy information about the Negative Zone from my cousin. I cannot be bothered to waste words explaining it to you. I only came today to let you know that you can begin the plan to close the spatial rift."
Deathstroke looked away from the projected numbers and headed for the window he had entered through.
Bang! Buzz!
The wind was fierce at the upper levels of the skyscraper. The moment Tony turned his face away from it, the Mercenary had already opened the window, jumped out, and vanished.
The short scientist curled his lip and slammed the window shut. His hair had been blown into a complete mess, and his mood was utterly ruined.
"See? That is what humans are like. The moment they get power, they stop respecting others." He complained to Vision, "After meeting him, do you feel like destroying the world?"
Vision did not see it that