Had they flown too far, or not far enough? They just needed to make a few adjustments and try again.
As the Black Smoke Boat began moving again, the scenery before them started to change. It felt like an old-fashioned camera focusing, with the image in its viewfinder warping and overlapping.
The Seventh Dimension, which had originally looked like a vortex, gradually shrank and solidified as they continuously adjusted their angle of "observation," until it completely transformed into a massive planet that filled every inch of their vision.
"Got it. So this is what the Seventh Dimension you'd heard about looked like, right?" Deadpool slapped his own butt, then slapped Cousin's. When he saw the latter looking at him with a sinister gaze, he hurriedly started rubbing it. "Did I hurt you? No, Cousin, don't! I didn't mean to, it was an accident! Don't dock my pay!"
It had just been a reflex. Besides, he had slapped armor, and it was transformed from Strangle.
As for Symbiotes being one with their hosts, he had forgotten about that. Brain cancer, you know.
"Pfft!" Deathstroke's hand slipped for a moment, and that settled the matter. "Don't get carried away. Guessing the answer right once isn't something to be proud of."
Sometimes complicated problems had very simple solutions. Deadpool's unconventional way of thinking was always useful; his quick and direct thought process was actually well suited to a Mercenary.
But Tony Stark was still the fastest. He was the fastest person Su Ming had ever seen.
Thinking of the past, even the dark Sorcerer Supreme could not help but smile. Naturally, he would not fuss over his cousin's clumsy little antics.
"Whew, good thing you didn't dock my pay." Deadpool climbed to his feet in the boat, pulled the Owl Dagger from his