Tony flew out of the invisible barrier to get to work. Cloak took everyone somewhere else. Su Ming watched the fiery figure gradually disappear into the distance and nodded in satisfaction.
Compared to Cyborg, he still preferred Iron Man. The former was all bumpy and rough, not smooth at all.
Iron Man was better. His technology was decent, his mind was flexible enough, and he himself was greasy enough that there was no need to fuss over him.
"How do you feel?" Su Ming withdrew his gaze and looked at Deadpool, who was lying face down on the flying carpet with his butt raised. He had been covered in glowing Magic Runes, making him look like some wandering Mage.
Hearing his cousin, Wade wriggled like a caterpillar.
"I feel awful. I only just realized the problem. Since those two bodily fluids are there as the 'primer' and the 'connection,' I only needed a small sip, right? Why did you give me two enormous cups? My stomach hurts so much... Hiss, it's about to come out."
So he had his ass in the air to fight gravitational potential?
But they were in space. There was no gravity at all.
Time was clearly running short. He absolutely could not let Wade have diarrhea on the Cloak of Levitation.
"Doom? I gave you two large cans of fluid, nearly two liters. I thought we'd have plenty to work with during the fight, but you made him drink all of it?"
Su Ming looked at the iron-masked man standing nearby with his arms folded.
Doctor Doom remained expressionless and answered calmly, "In Doom's Latveria, there are many cafés open to the public. At most, that would count as a medium cup."
"No, no, no. In the United States, we all go to Wilson's Chain