"Look at Peter, all awkward and bashful, blushing bright red and fiddling with the hem of his shirt." In a corner of the campus, Deathstroke hid behind a large tree and shook his head with a speechless sigh. "Can't he be more of a man and tell the girls he wants them all?"
"Peter is just lame." The Adjutant's projection added another jab from nearby, nodding repeatedly as it clearly agreed with the Sheriff.
"This kid still lacks initiative. He doesn't want to trouble others, which is a virtue, but sometimes it really just becomes a stumbling block."
Su Ming took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled. As he shelled sunflower seeds for himself and Strangle, he said:
"Peter could have borrowed a spaceship from me, hit up Tony for a ride or a loan, teamed up with Little Green Goblin Harry, or, failing that, gone to Carol. S.W.O.R.D. has spaceships too. But he just can't bring himself to ask."
"He's too kind. Sheriff, your goal of training him into a Mercenary is almost impossible to achieve."
The Adjutant ran some calculations and gave that conclusion.
"Nothing is impossible, because I only believe that people can make things happen. But Spider-Man... forget it. He should just be himself. Our world needs a clean and innocent hero."
Su Ming dusted off his hands and used Cosmic Energy to break the sunflower seed shells down into atoms.
"Looks like these girls will need some time to finish arguing. Let's check on the other Peter."
The other Peter was Star-Lord Peter Quill, the well-known Dancer.
Deathstroke had previously hired the Guardians of the Galaxy to put on a show about striking it rich through gold prospecting, luring more humans who had just left Earth to explore the mysterious corners of the