Deathstroke took Miss Poole to Alaska. The scenery within the Arctic Circle beneath the polar night was quite nice, except the frigid wind seemed to slip through the cracks in their bones, scraping back and forth.
Outside Doctor Strange's gatehouse, they called him out to accompany them. Then the three of them passed through the invisible barrier and saw the ruined Asgard.
Not much time had passed since their last departure. Although there was plenty of zombie fertilizer, Yggdrasil still showed no signs of sprouting.
"I've actually been wondering whether Alaska is simply too cold." Strange, his hair permed into curls, took the cigarette from his mouth and drank another mouthful of strong liquor to warm himself. "Yggdrasil is supposedly an ash tree. It may be cold-resistant, but it probably can't handle thirty degrees below zero, can it?"
"A real man can't say he can't do it." Deathstroke stood at the edge of the great tree pit, looking down at the zombie corpses. "But the fertilizer is decomposing too slowly. Keep the T-Virus inactivated, but raise the temperature for them a little."
Strange nodded. Having once been a doctor, he was familiar enough with the process of virus inactivation.
It was just that life in Alaska during winter was far too boring. Every day, apart from patrolling the ruins, all he had left to do was fish for crabs.
"Master, could you approve some funding for me to buy a computer? Preferably with a receiver that can connect to communications satellites, so I can get online now and then."
The Sorcerer Supreme nodded. Guarding urban ruins while planting trees really was grueling work. "Buy whatever you think you need. Take the receipt to Mordo for reimbursement later and tell him it was my instruction. By the way, nothing happened while