"Good, nothing's changed much since we left." Su Ming ran a hand over the living room coffee table and rubbed the dust from his fingers. "Nothing's missing from the house, and the garden hasn't been wrecked by wild animals. The furniture and floors are just a little dirty."
"I'll clean up right away. Dinner will be a little late today." Gin smiled and rolled up her sleeves. She first took out a piece of beast hide from her waist pouch and spread it over the sofa, then stuffed the TV remote into the man's hand and pressed him down into a seat. "Just like you saw in the Timeline, your cousin still beat Thanos. Not on the battlefield, though—on the battlefield of love."
Su Ming smiled and shook his head. After turning on the television, he got up to help. Strangle's tendrils were the most convenient tools for cleaning.
The mountain villa he had built back then had less than three thousand square meters across all floors of the main house. All they lacked now were enough brooms. Some tender branches broken off Yggdrasil in Azeroth would do for now.
"He got lucky, I suppose. He made Death happy, and her fingers loosened a little. All those dead people on Earth came back to life, and most of them didn't even remember dying. They even took their mental health into account. As for Thanos, he saw Wade and Death rolling around in bed with his own eyes. 'Mental breakdown' doesn't even begin to describe it. He definitely won't be coming to Earth to cause trouble again anytime soon."
Six months had passed on Marvel 40K Earth since Deathstroke's last departure. It was now early November 2008. Light snow drifted through the mountains, leaving the forest floor mottled white.
Su Ming