"Settle the noncombatants in so they can rest. I won't be going yet." Captain Peggy stopped the Adjutant's teleportation. Looking down at the dried blood on her shield, she said, "I'm joining the action team to save people from other Parallel Worlds."
"Captain?" A Spider-Man stepped out from the crowd. He removed his mask, revealing a young face, and said firmly, "If we're going to save people, then I'm going too! If this really is a Multiversal Level disaster, then the humans of those Parallel Worlds are our compatriots."
"Oh, come on. Now that you've put it like that, I can't exactly stay out of it." The red-armored Iron Man released his secretary's waist, kissed the worried woman on the cheek, and walked over to Peggy. "How could an operation like yours possibly be without a genius like me? Count me in."
Gears of War stepped forward, the Black man patting Tony on the shoulder. "If Tony's going, then I'm going too. That's what brothers do."
The X-Men, the Great Lakes Avengers, and the other surviving Superheroes all volunteered to do their part. For a time, the air was filled with the radiant glow of friendship and conviction, moving everyone to tears.
Unfortunately, the Adjutant was a Doll—and Deathstroke's AI Assistant at that—so she had neither blood nor tears.
Faced with such a touching scene, she merely spread several Spider Totems across her palm and said calmly, "Then form several exploration teams of your own. Go to some unfamiliar Parallel Worlds and investigate whether they've also been infected by zombies. If anything goes wrong, remember to retreat. If possible, rescue some Survivors as well. Don't take risks. You wouldn't want your family and friends to be sad, would you?"
Thus, the expedition force that had originally consisted of only three