"How did you know that woman was fake? Were you familiar with her?"
Compared to teleportation, flying was still far from a fast way to travel. Su Ming had to match Magneto's speed, and he did not want to reveal anything about Asgard.
So during the flight, perhaps wanting to build some rapport, Magneto took the initiative to speak to Deathstroke. He chose to ask about the earlier mystery.
Su Ming naturally wanted to get closer as well, so he merely chuckled and gave a simple explanation.
"Not familiar. But the answer was sand."
"Sand?"
"The real Captain America and the female agent were imprisoned beneath the sea. Another person and I figured out a way to teleport them to the Sahara Desert to save them. Captain America was fine. His hair was short, so I could understand how he washed all the sand off while changing and showering at the White House afterward. But what about Agent Carter? Anyone who has been to the beach knows that with her long hair, it would be impossible to wash herself completely clean in just a few minutes—not a single grain of sand left in her hair."
"Hm, so you deliberately got that close to him just to observe his hair?" Magneto folded his arms and flew upright, adopting the posture with the greatest wind resistance.
Su Ming patted his armor. Black tentacles flowed out from his shoulder and swayed like seaweed as they greeted Magneto.
"You've seen my pet too. It's best suited for microscopic matters. I was only responsible for distracting that man. Besides, I stepped on his foot earlier. Inside that boot, his toes had been curled up the whole time. Cramming a size 41 foot into a size 37 shoe must have been rough on him."
Magneto offered