The chain restaurant was his own, so there was nothing more to say. They simply set up a table in the kitchen and ate while they talked.
"So all of this was your plan?"
Fury had recovered from the shock. As promised, he had brought the wine Tony wanted to drink, but Deathstroke was the one drinking it now.
The Black man frowned, looking like he had just woken from a nightmare.
"Multiversity had nothing to do with me. I merely took advantage of the situation." Deathstroke swirled the wine in his glass, picked up a fried chicken leg, and took a bite. "And what else do you want to know? You survived. Isn't that enough?"
At the subtle threat, Fury fell silent. After all, he had nothing now. He was a commander without an army.
He was still on Deathstroke's turf, and the other man's guards were burly men three or four meters tall in heavy armor. If he said one wrong thing now, he would probably lose his life.
With that in mind, there was nothing left about life for him to complain about.
In truth, he had still underestimated Deathstroke. Was the Sorcerer Supreme really the sort of person who killed others over a minor verbal offense?
"After we finish eating, I'll send you to live on one of my Earths." Su Ming smiled and shook his head, licking the grease that had run down his fingers. "There's a zombie outbreak on that Earth, but it isn't a major problem. Humanity still has fairly large safe zones."
Yes, he meant Earth-40K-1, the world used for Biochemical Weapons experiments. It was an experiment designed to simulate the law of the jungle and drive human evolution.
But it really was Su Ming's Earth. He had not lied at all.