Cursing was one thing, but Deadpool was just talking. He did not really mind it that much.
After all, Man-Bat's vomit was still warm. Once it landed in there, he could still feel a tiny bit of warmth. That had to be better than dropping straight into the freezing seawater in the middle of the night, right?
In any case, they had to get moving and see where Thanos had gone.
The ocean was pitch-black. That azure seawater seen in television documentaries was filmed during the day, and even in daylight, light rapidly weakened as one descended deeper, let alone at night.
But none of that was a problem for a mercenary who had come prepared.
Sure, Deadpool often forgot his Pony Backpack full of weapons in taxis, and he always forgot to bring explosives like C4 when heading out on a job, but he always carried some things that seemed useless normally yet came in handy at critical moments.
"Glub glub!"
Deadpool spoke underwater, sounding like he was speaking Murloc, while pulling a streamlined underwater scooter from his pants pocket. Its front was fitted with a sufficiently bright headlamp.
"Glub glub glub."
After saying that, he rode the thing and began diving into the depths of the sea in search of Thanos.
Maybe because his head had fallen off once today and he was not quite as oxygen-deprived, his thoughts were unusually clear. He was convinced that Thanos would have sunk to the bottom.
First, with Thanos's body built like a scale weight and the absurd physical constitution of a Titan, both his muscles and bones were far denser than a human's. Once he fell into the water, he would undoubtedly be a boulder.
Second, if those black-robed figures who had abducted Death were in the middle of the