"There... doesn't seem to be a sewer here."
With a thunderous transmission, the group was sent to a completely unfamiliar place. Looking around, all they could see was a reddish-brown wasteland.
There were no plants, no water sources—nothing here but red sand filling the sky and gale-force winds. The sun beat straight down on everyone, scorching hot, while the coarse grit carried by the wind caused the Spider-Men to feel waves of stinging pain even through their uniforms.
Spider-Gwen came over with a hand shielding her eyes. She asked Deathstroke where the sewer entrance was. She had initially refused when he suggested crawling through sewers, but after being baked by the vicious sun, she wanted to find somewhere cooler as quickly as possible.
Something was wrong with this Earth's environment. The place where they stood also resembled a naturally formed basin. If they scraped the ground beneath their feet with the soles of their shoes a few times, glass-like crystalline matter would emerge beneath the sand.
"Little Wong, make everyone something like a cellar to hide from the sun. Wade, come with me for a look around. Let's see if there's anyone we can ask for directions."
Su Ming issued new orders. If they wanted people exposed to radioactive dust without receiving enough to cause cancer, they needed to carefully control the dose. Little Wong should have no problem handling that with magic.
Even if something did go wrong, they could always send Ciri to the Fallout world to bring back some RadAway.
As for Deadpool, he was already a cancer patient. He had nearly every cancer and organ disorder known to humanity. What could radiation possibly do to him?
"I think the environment here is pretty nice, for Mars." Wade walked back and forth with his arms folded, even