When they found Fury, Earth-1610's Black Egg was pacing back and forth across the Helicarrier's bridge with an irritated look, clearly restless and agitated.
Deathstroke's approach was simple: he directly opened a hole in the bridge's glass, then everyone went inside for a close encounter with S.H.I.E.L.D.
The high-altitude air pressure swept bits and pieces out through the window, but an armor plate soon dropped down and covered the hole in the glass.
There were not many people aboard this Helicarrier, and many stations were empty. It looked like they had rushed into the air in a hurry. At the moment, it could only float amid the clouds under optical camouflage, with virtually no combat capability.
"Miles! You ruined our great plan!"
Black Egg charged in aggressively, as though he had not even seen the people beside Little Black Spider, immediately pinning the blame on him.
Spider-Man showed no intention of backing down. The teenage Black boy pressed his chest against Fury's, raised his head, and stared seriously at that old face. "Sorry, General Director, but I can't allow a nuclear bomb to fall in New York City. There are still many people alive. They survived the zombies' mouths, so they definitely can't die beneath their own people's nuclear bomb."
The Black director took a deep breath, making a sound like a bellows being pulled. "You don't understand anything!"
"Then I'd rather never understand!" Miles's family and friends had all been sent away, and he had already made up his mind to leave with Deathstroke. His spine was straighter now, and his voice was even louder than Fury's.
Egghead's expression turned strange, like he was so furious that he laughed stupidly instead. He glanced at Deathstroke and the other strangers, then looked at Black Widow. "That nuclear bomb was prepared