"I'll take this one. Keep the change."
Accompanied by flames and a deafening metallic crash, the red-and-gold armor landed beside Squirrel Girl.
Tony was also a nocturnal creature strongly drawn to light. He had always been able to find bars or nightclubs still open in the dead of night, then go inside and spend lavishly.
He had just raced over from afar. Maybe he had not seen how the whole thing unfolded, but a little girl was kneeling in front of a cash register and crying—what else could the reason be?
She didn't have enough money, obviously.
As it happened, Tony might lack plenty of things, but money was not one of them. He flew into the supermarket and slapped a hundred-dollar bill onto the counter.
At the same time, he noticed that something was wrong with this supermarket. Although it truly existed in the current dimension, and the merchandise looked fine at a glance, it was actually riddled with flaws.
The simplest point was that the real Wilson Supermarket carried many Captain America-endorsed products—instant noodles, stockings, sperm-blocking spirits, and so on.
This place had copied those as well, but had forgotten one crucial detail.
Deathstroke had launched the Great Cosmic Voyage Plan the day before yesterday. The real Wilson Supermarket had then put a batch of space-use products on its shelves yesterday, such as instant nutrition bars, space-grade UV-protection cosmetics, emergency spacecraft repair agents, and more. They were displayed on the most prominent counters for customers to choose from.
Tony called it Deathstroke's final mercy, because it was really a way to reclaim Earth currency and help people exchange it for useful space supplies.
Once the economic plan Tony had guessed at was launched and all Earth currency became worthless paper, people would understand why it was called mercy.