"All right, the well-meaning busybodies are gone. Now tell me what you've been up to." Su Ming rolled his neck and looked at Hela, who was holding a handheld game console. "You, the mighty Goddess of the Underworld—why weren't you staying in Daisy's apartment playing games? Why did you come crawling through human sewers?"
But Hela, engrossed in her game, did not even look up. Her little black-lipsticked mouth opened, and she answered:
"You think I didn't want to stay home, drink soda, and play games? It was your Thor who insisted on dragging us out, saying we had to help wherever the fighting was fiercest. I said there was no need to worry, that you definitely had a plan, but she just had to join in on the fun."
"Is that so, Daisy?" Deathstroke looked at Thor, who was lowering her head and drawing circles on the ground with her toe, looking embarrassed.
But with her view obstructed, the circle she drew was not round at all.
"I just thought I should help the Avengers. After all, I'm pretty capable too, so I should shoulder more social responsibility." That was what she said at first. Then she thought for a moment and added quietly, "Besides, it's been a long time since I killed any chickens. My hands are getting itchy."
The phrase "killing chickens" came from that trip when Su Ming had taken her and Star-Lord to the capital of the Shi'ar Empire. After massacring the Imperial Guard, Deathstroke had said that killing aliens was no different from killing chickens.
Apparently, Daisy had remembered nothing else but the chicken-killing part. Since she normally did not kill people, she had clearly come here with the mindset of going hunting.
"That's because you don't know how much the Dark Elves and