The two Captain Americas looked at each other, holding chunks of coal and having no idea how to begin. Peggy beside Deathstroke also frowned, seemingly lost in thought.
Snowflakes continued to drift slowly through the night. Explosions and collapsing buildings could occasionally be heard from the distant city, while Deathstroke still sat leisurely with one leg crossed over the other, lightly tapping his knee with the greatsword.
After thinking carefully, the two Captain Americas saw that the time limit was almost up and reluctantly wrote down the answers they believed were correct.
"Contestants, please reveal your answer boards." Seeing that they had stopped writing, Deathstroke smoothly picked up the role of host.
On the inner sides of the two shields, crooked English words had been written in coal dust.
One read, "Fury won't die," while the other read, "Fury can't die."
Deathstroke nodded noncommittally, then turned to Peggy beside him. "What do you think, expert?"
"Aren't those the same answer?" Peggy looked baffled. The grammar was slightly different, but the meaning was the same.
"I think Fury must have had a plan if he dared charge a tank," one Captain America said. "He wouldn't trade his life for a tank. He doesn't have that kind of self-sacrificing spirit."
"Exactly. I'm guessing that drumstick must be some kind of secret weapon. It only looks like a drumstick. Maybe it's his trump card." The other Captain America nodded as well, tugging at the corner of his mouth. "That guy is really shady. Even if he had a secret, he wouldn't tell me."
The two then looked at each other, and strangely, there was a flicker of mutual admiration in their eyes.
"Tch. You both pass. Now listen to the second question. Since you are Super Soldiers enhanced by the SSS Serum, your