"Come on, Cloak. Take me over there so I can have a few words with him."
Seeing Egghead, Deathstroke chuckled, patted Cloak to bring it closer, and slipped into the Quinjet.
It was not just Fury here. Su Ming also, as expected, spotted Coulson's team, along with Hawkeye.
Hawkeye was not familiar with Deathstroke, so he merely nodded before turning and heading back into the cockpit. Coulson, on the other hand, smiled pleasantly, apparently intending to stay and chat.
"Wait. I need to verify your identity first. I'm investigating Shadow King right now, and he could be controlling anyone." Fury was about to speak when Su Ming raised a hand to cut him off. With a wary expression, he drew his weapon and held it against Egghead's shoulder.
Fury was somewhat speechless. Even his one eye rolled upward, but feeling the sharp, chilling edge of the Golden Lightsaber, he still raised a hand to signal that Su Ming should go ahead.
Su Ming did not stand on ceremony and immediately began asking a brain teaser. "Everyone knows stockings are one of Wilson Enterprises' signature products, so listen up! One day, three men of different skin colors went to Wilson Department Store to buy stockings. The white man bought a pair of white ones, the Asian man bought a pair of yellow nylon ones, and the black man bought a pair of black ones. They agreed to take turns wearing them over the seven days of the week to satisfy each other, but the other two did not know that the black man had athlete's foot. So, should black stockings be considered flesh-colored for a black man?"
"???" Coulson wore the expression of a Black man's question mark. Deathstroke's question this time had nearly twisted his brain into a ditch.
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