"My nose suddenly itches. Strangle, scratch it for me."
Su Ming and the others had just arrived in New York on Earth-8 and had not yet begun their plan when Deathstroke felt as though someone was badmouthing him behind his back.
"Eek."
Strangle replaced the inner lining of his host's nostrils and found no signs of inflammation or allergies, so this was probably some sort of superstition.
His host had plenty of mystical notions in his head. Sometimes, he truly believed in theories with no basis whatsoever, like throwing shoes to find directions or lighting candles before tomb raiding.
"All right, next we need to find Machine Head. Hmm, Stark Industries Tower is over there. Pretty flashy, easy enough to spot." Bobo made no comment on Deathstroke's itchy nostrils. He merely turned his monkey head and surveyed the countless skyscrapers of the city.
Stark Tower stood out even in New York. An enormous illuminated company sign sat atop the building, while a huge circle was emblazoned on its side, containing the letter R. It looked like it meant "registered trademark."
But it was actually the Avengers' emblem: an R inside a circle, only in white.
"Machine Head might not be at the company. Didn't Deathstroke say he had a house on Long Island and The Villa over in Hollywood?"
Albera still clutched her bottle, sitting on the Cloak Flying Carpet with her eyes half-open. With her other hand, she plucked at the clouds beside her, complaining like a slave in a cotton field, "Those rich people have so many nice homes sitting empty, while I can only live in a rented office!"
"If you took even a small portion of what you spend on cigarettes and booze, you could probably afford to buy land and put up a building by