At the mention of the name that had shadowed her childhood, Dr. Maya Hansen gave a wry smile and nodded.
"Who hasn't heard of him? When I was little, my mother always told me that if I didn't eat properly, go to bed on time, or listen to her, Deathstroke would crawl out from the darkness beneath my bed and drag me into a Hell packed with Soviets. I heard some people saw Deathstroke during the Zerg invasion of New York a while back, but it was later debunked as hallucinations caused by excessive nervous strain?"
The version Maya had heard had clearly been adapted during the Cold War. The earlier urban legend of Deathstroke had not been like this. Even things used to scare children had to keep up with the times.
As for the sightings during the Battle of New York, Fury had been the one to cover them up. Of course he knew about it.
"Deathstroke actually exists. He had dealings with SSR, the predecessor of S.H.I.E.L.D., during World War II. He was also the one who abducted Dr. Erskine, forcing the military to announce that the doctor had gone missing. Even today, he still appears from time to time to do certain things."
The director, who wore a black leather trench coat year-round no matter how hot the weather was, nodded. Maya's reaction was very dependable. It was good that ordinary people did not know Deathstroke was real.
If the doctor knew of Deathstroke's existence, knew he was a man rather than a demon, then there would be a problem.
"Uh, then why don't you arrest him?" The doctor blinked. A government agency like S.H.I.E.L.D. should have considerable power, shouldn't it?
She herself had been taken from a university in Mississippi by the S.H.I.E.L.D. Squad, and