Had Deadpool really suddenly become enlightened and come up with a brilliant idea no one else had thought of?
The answer was no. He had merely thought of something Steve had not considered in the moment. As for everyone else, someone had long ago thought of using the sewers, but they had dismissed the idea themselves and never brought it up.
Deadpool had been a child soldier, while Steve was a World War II veteran. In their minds, any method that ensured survival on the battlefield was a good one.
However, everyone else had already considered the next layer of the problem.
"That won't work. At the very least, it won't persuade everyone." Natasha shrugged, indicating that she had thought of this long ago. "This is central Manhattan. Most of the survivors we rescued here are high-level white-collar workers. With superheroes to rely on, not many of them will be willing to crawl through the sewers."
Coulson and Cavalry nodded as well, though neither spoke.
Human nature was complicated at times, especially for these former "successful people." Their need for survival had long been satisfied, and what they sought instead was dignity and social recognition. Asking them to crawl through the sewers might be seen as an insult.
Hawkeye, carrying a bow and a small dagger, explained to the somewhat bewildered Deadpool, "Simply put, the people we've rescued are essentially just office workers, but they see themselves as society's white-collar elite. Now that superheroes are protecting them and they can escape aboveground with dignity, they won't choose to enter the sewers. Not only is the environment risky, it's also filthy."
Steve clenched his teeth. It seemed his understanding had once again fallen out of step with the times. Back in World War II, even those British who always fancied themselves