On the streets of New York, a man and two women walked side by side through the crowds.
This most prosperous city on Earth moved at a frantic pace. Pedestrians hurried between towering buildings, while crazies on street corners held cardboard signs reading "The End Is Near" high overhead and loudly proclaimed government conspiracies.
Kamar-Taj was in the Himalayan Mountains, where it was still five in the morning, while it was already six in the evening in New York—the height of rush hour.
Naturally, Su Ming had no idea that Iron Man and the others had been waiting for news from him since last night, that Peter had even been forced to skip school for a day, or what was happening in Washington D.C. at the same time.
Not that he would have cared if he had known.
"The last time we went out together was years ago. Are you usually that busy? Why can I never find you?"
Carol wore a brown pilot jacket, her golden hair draped over her shoulders. She had zipped it all the way up to conceal the uniform beneath as she curiously questioned the man beside her.
She had still changed out of the black swimsuit-style outfit Su Ming preferred, replacing it with the classic red-and-blue uniform. Her codename had also changed from Ms. Marvel to Captain Marvel.
Though she knew Deathstroke could alter his appearance and build at will, the man looked far too strange right now.
He had become pale and gaunt, like the most common sort of street junkie—thin, sickly, with eyes people barely dared to meet.
"I'm not exactly alone in the world. Plenty of people depend on me for a living, so naturally there are many things I need to arrange." Su Ming, wearing the appearance of the Pale