Little Black Spider was still quite loyal and sentimental. Even now, he was a little worried about the Ultimates' future, his face full of concern.
As for Jessica Drew, she was overjoyed. No Black Egg, no S.H.I.E.L.D.—even the air felt free. While everyone talked and chatted, she kept taking deep breaths at the side as though she were having an asthma attack.
"Stop breathing so hard. You're going to warm up Sepulk's climate."
Su Ming smiled and patted her, then projected several Earths from his palm, arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper:
"These are the seven parallel realities under my control. They currently exist in the lower dimensions of Earth-40K. Pick somewhere you'd like to live. On -1 and -2, one has a zombie outbreak and the other is haunted, so they aren't very suitable for ordinary people. But if you enjoy the bizarre, you can live there."
"Uh, I'll pass on the bizarre." Black Widow wore an expression that said, Are you kidding me? She shook her head repeatedly. "My demands aren't high. I just want somewhere stable to live, where I can bathe and sleep every day without being watched, and where no one forces me to carry out dirty missions."
That was actually an extremely high demand. Deathstroke had no intention of hiding it and simply said, "My surveillance may not be as perverse as Fury's, but if you want to live on my Earth, basic oversight is still necessary."
"Where is Miles going?" She understood as well. After all, Deathstroke had always valued intelligence.
"His friends are all in 40K's Main Universe, and he still needs to attend school. I have a school that suits him quite well." Deathstroke put away the projection and reached out to rub Miles's head. "It's good for young