"Really is Black Panther." Deathstroke drifted in through the window and came to the headless corpse. After examining it, he reached out and rubbed Gwenpool's head. "You learned well. That shot to the head was good. Although if this kind of zombie infected someone with a Healing Factor, a headshot might not kill it either, at least we didn't have to listen to any nonsense."
"What kind of Zombie Hero is that? So annoying." Gwenpool twisted her mouth and raised a hand, counting off on her fingers. "Zombies are supposed to be vulnerable to headshots, fire, stairs, and big gates. A setting where even a headshot can't kill them is completely unreasonable!"
"The multiverse is full of strange things. Every kind of zombie could exist. I know you've read the Zombie Hero series, but who told you these zombies came from Earth-2149?"
Deathstroke pulled Gwenpool into his arms and spoke quietly by her ear:
"Don't make assumptions based on preconceived notions. That won't make you a good detective. These zombies aren't right. Things aren't that simple."
The moment her shoulders were wrapped in his arms, Gwenpool broke out in goosebumps. She immediately started wriggling wildly, bent over, lowered her head, and slipped free from Deathstroke's embrace, shuddering as she did.
"Got it, got it. Don't get so close all of a sudden. I'm still a college freshman, not old enough to accept any unspoken rules."
"Where did you learn that little phrase?" Su Ming speechlessly knocked her on the head and gave a safe signal out the window. "Don't worry. Even if there were unspoken rules, you wouldn't be first in line."
"You make it sound like I'm terrible. I'm a beautiful girl too." Miss Poole rolled her eyes. Watching the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents over there begin to sweep the streets,