Sure enough, when you had hostages in hand, negotiating became much easier. Deathstroke quickly cleared up the misunderstanding with the X-Men and, with their help, persuaded the New Avengers to stand down.
"The Inheritors want to prey upon Spider-Men from every Parallel World. We came to save people, but we failed."
Deathstroke handed several unconscious Mutants over to Kitty. With a grief-stricken expression, he looked up at the sky at a perfect forty-five-degree angle, as if to keep his tears from falling.
Shadowcat had already found the victim's family, Mary Jane, and learned most of what had happened from her. At the very least, she now knew that Spider-Man had died at Solus's hands.
"How do we avenge him?"
The moment this Shadowcat opened her mouth, she wanted revenge against the Inheritors. Judging by her serious expression, she truly intended to kill them, which Su Ming found rather strange.
The heroes who had called a truce were all gathering their comrades' bodies or rescuing people from the ruins. Deathstroke and this world's Kitty sat atop a collapsed billboard, and she lit a cigarette with practiced ease.
"We'll deal with the Inheritors. Your immediate priority is protecting your own world and handling disaster relief and reconstruction. By the way, your teacher wasn't Charles Xavier, was he?"
Kitty was now a woman in her thirties. Her shoulder-length, highlighted wavy blonde hair gave her a mature air. Hearing Deathstroke's question, she smiled, blew out a smoke ring, and shook her head.
"That was over twenty years ago. In short, I almost went to his school, but I chose Principal Frost's instead. Later, all sorts of things happened—the schools merged, Mutants founded a nation, and so on—and I took over as leader of the X-Men from Cyclops. Oh, speaking of Emma, does your world