Pepper was now the CEO of Stark Industries. Her office was Tony's old one, with not only an enormous two-hundred-square-meter space but also an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the beauty of Manhattan.
Of course, what she often saw was Superheroes and villains battling outside. That could hardly be called safe.
On the way downstairs to the office with Spider-Man, Peter hurried ahead. This let Su Ming, following behind, notice that Peter was quite popular. Some of the female employees they encountered came over to ask for autographs and photos, and as the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, Little Bug always indulged them.
Sure, their boss was Iron Man, but that did not stop them from being fans of other Superheroes.
But when Deathstroke appeared in his heavy black-and-yellow armor, seemingly surrounded by an aura of darkness, older employees would faint on the spot if they met his gaze. Younger ones pressed themselves tightly against the walls and waited for the Mercenary to pass, their expressions like their dog had stepped on a bee.
"Come back, ladies. Don't be afraid. Deathstroke is a good man."
Peter wanted to speak up for Deathstroke, but his few words could not compare to the urban legends these women had heard as children. In their eyes, Deathstroke would always be the demon lurking beneath children's beds, devouring disobedient kids.
The fact that they had not called the police upon seeing Deathstroke in the company was already giving Spider-Man plenty of face.
Su Ming found it amusing instead. Fear was the proper reaction when people saw Deathstroke. He did not need people to worship him, because the relationship between darkness and fear was like rain and chocolate.
Pepper was not the only one in the CEO's office. Coulson was there as well, and the two seemed