"Something interesting? I haven't come across anything."
Carol shook her head. More precisely, she had no idea what Deathstroke considered "interesting."
Things happened across the universe every moment: slaughter, betrayal, plunder, invasion. But those were disputes between aliens. Unless someone got in her way, Carol generally stayed out of their business.
She was from Earth. Some aliens might have it rough, but she wasn't Captain America. Interventionism wasn't her style.
"Tch. Heard anything about Star-Lord lately?"
Su Ming clicked his tongue, then asked about Dancer.
As one of the Marauders, the kid should have good sources. Maybe he knew something interesting.
Like where the remaining Infinity Stones were.
"Him? Last time I saw him, he'd found a few aliens and put together something called the Guardians of the Galaxy." Carol suddenly burst out laughing, barely able to catch her breath. "A couple of days ago, they raided an ancient tomb. Hah! They said they were looking for some priceless treasure, a Cosmic Oddity. After all that trouble, after he and his teammates fought through one obstacle after another, all they found was a huge fossilized lump of alien shit. Worth absolutely nothing! Hahahaha!"
Not far away, tears sprayed from Little Joe's eyes. He was getting beaten up, and his sister was laughing her head off?!
Before he could say a word, Mary kicked him flying again.
Deathstroke sighed at the joke. Had he spent too little time working with Dancer? The kid still hadn't learned how to evaluate intelligence.
Ships needed fuel, and people needed food and water. A job that yielded nothing still cost all of that, plus time. It was a dead loss.
"Is it really that funny?"
Su Ming pried at Carol's arm. She was laughing so hard she kept jerking, and the orange cat in her