The atmosphere immediately turned silent. The Ultimates exchanged glances, communicating through subtle looks beneath the dim colored lights of the private room.
The music from the main hall seemed more pronounced now. The thin metal door clearly could not isolate this tiny world.
The people who had come with Deathstroke, however, were not nervous. Jessica was snacking with Skye, while Miles was chatting with Spider-Woman about tea. As for Loki, she was sampling fine wine. If the people of Asgard shared one hobby, it was drinking.
"Don't be so serious. You're making me nervous too, and that's no good for my brain tumor." Iron Man was still the most socially experienced. He smiled to smooth things over and poured Deathstroke a drink. "Heh. If you don't want to see me wet myself because of abnormal neural discharges, why don't you all say something?"
"Pah, that's disgusting." Susan shot Tony a reproachful look, then put on a pitiful smile and looked eagerly at Deathstroke. "Mr. Deathstroke, Blue Marvel didn't mean it that way. We're very willing to follow your command, but normally, shouldn't there be a briefing before any mission?"
"We're all in the same boat now. A real boat." The silent Wasp joined the conversation, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness. The tiny woman flew onto the coffee table in front of Deathstroke and met his gaze. "Mr. Deathstroke, we're all living people. It's hard not to have thoughts of our own. If possible, could you share a little information with us? Just a tiny bit."
She held up her fingers to indicate a narrow gap. She had already shrunk herself with Pym Particles, so the gap between her fingers looked even smaller, almost negligible. As she made her request, her tiny body swayed back and forth, and her