The city was a mess, a scene straight out of the apocalypse. Yet when Su Ming and the others found Ms. Drew, Earth-1610's Black Widow, the woman was still happily sleeping away at home.
As Peter Parker's female clone, had she copied even his love of sleeping in?
No.
Her rented apartment was littered with all sorts of liquor bottles and medication. If she had not still been breathing, Su Ming would have thought he had stumbled onto the scene of a suicide.
The female agent's living conditions were not bad. She rented an apartment in the Upper East Side. Since it was a wealthy district, security was solid and the police responded incredibly fast. The zombies on the streets had all been drawn away by noisy people, so she had been safe for the moment, quietly sleeping at home.
"An entire bottle of sleeping pills washed down with whiskey." Jessica picked up a small bottle from the bedside table and shook it. It was completely empty. Curling her lips, she said, "If she wasn't enhanced, she'd be in Heaven by now."
Miles, however, was deeply saddened. Little Black Spider tried to wake the woman on the bed, repeatedly nudging her shoulder as he looked mournfully at Deathstroke.
"This is all my fault. I never imagined she wasn't as strong as she looked, or that she was used to overdosing to escape reality. She was always taking care of me, like an older sister. I thought..."
"She's a clone rejected by mainstream human society, and an assassin Nick Fury used to clean up his opponents." Deathstroke leaned against the window with a cigarette in his mouth, watching the street outside. "It's perfectly normal for her to be under psychological strain. If you had to kill women and children every day,