As the dimensional environment changed, Su Ming and the others were floating above Iron Man and Squirrel Girl, snacking and drinking while betting on who would be the first to arrive and join everyone.
The stakes were small—just a bag of gummy bears from each person, handed out by Deathstroke purely for fun.
Deathstroke hosted the game but did not participate. He simply enjoyed watching what everyone else did.
As a pilot, Carol bet that Steve and Bucky would arrive first, because she believed in the bond between soldiers.
Although Steve always fought to a draw no matter who he faced and had no superpowers to speak of, his history of fighting alongside Iron Man in the Avengers was real. There had to be some kind of bond between them, or so she believed.
Of course, universe-threatening apocalyptic crises had more or less always been handled by Deathstroke in the past, but that did not mean the Avengers had done nothing. They had been dispatched countless times to deal with ordinary planet-level incidents.
For example, some Hydra lunatic might be planning to detonate a nuclear bomb somewhere today, while tomorrow, natives somewhere else might dig up an ancient corpse that had come back to life from underground.
Events the Adjutant considered beneath notice naturally would not be reported to Deathstroke, but they would not disappear on their own just because no one dealt with them. Someone always had to take care of them.
That was the work of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers. In the past, Captain America and Iron Man had worked together with perfect coordination.
Thanos, who missed the Goddess of Death while quietly waiting for his chance, also joined the bet. Needless to say, he wagered that Gamora and Nebula would find this place first, because he had