Fitz fell into thought.
"We must quickly notify my teammates to evacuate. Are anti-toxic masks useful?" Jemma chose to ask Deathstroke, since he had shown everything to them, it must not be without purpose.
"Don't worry about that, the transformation of humans by dark matter is a rather long process. These Leviathan soldiers have no idea how long they've been stationed near the pit, so they've been eroded to this state. This also explains why they didn't die even after being kept outdoors by the Longevity People for a month. They don't need food and are not afraid of cold, precisely because they have stronger energy inside them."
Su Ming kindly took out the Godslayer, transformed it into a tachi, walked up to them, and dissected the corpse to show them.
While the corpse was still warm and had human temperature, most of the organs in the chest and abdominal cavity were soaking in black water, looking decayed and pale.
"But if the Longevity People went down the hole a month before us, could they...?" Jemma widened her eyes. She didn't care about the dismembered corpse in front of her; her brain made her ignore such a thing.
"I can't say for sure." Su Ming thought for a moment, pinching his chin, then turned to Xiaowang with a command: "Note this down, remind me to capture a living Longevity Person and examine the impact of dark matter on robots, it's a new topic."
"So what's the point of showing us these corpses? If it's to make us take it seriously, we already have been enough." Jemma stepped over the corpse on the ground, following Deathstroke to the other side of the underground space.
"My point is, besides Daisy and me, the others among you don't have effective means to deal with these infected. Bullets are futile, I tried, grenades are useless too, it must be dealt with through special means."
Su Ming gestured for the other two to follow, unnoticed as his hand armor revealed a knuckle, with a faintly glowing black ring.
"By the way, why is there no record of you being a symbiote host?" Jemma suddenly recalled previous matters, as a Shield Agent, she was not unfamiliar with symbiotes, those alien creatures.
Deathstroke suddenly sprouted a cluster of tentacles from his body, which could flexibly use various weapons, along with small crescent-shaped eyes and small mouths full of sharp fangs...
She immediately recognized this as a unique symbiote, completely different from those controlled by S.H.I.E.L.D.
She almost forgot to question this, due to the disoriented feeling caused by the corpse, suspecting her mind was troubled.
Su Ming indifferently carried on, while Xiaowang continued acting as a human light post like a sea leopard balancing a light ball on his head, compliant with his role as a butler.
"Even if they know I'm a symbiote host, what does that change? Hoping Daisy's shock wave can restrain me? Honestly, even without the symbiote, I could defeat her with both hands and feet tied."
"Bragging, how could you fight with both hands and feet tied?" Jemma reflexively retorted, but Fitz quickly tugged her hand, reminding her they were actually hostages.
She displayed a rabbit-like frightened expression.
Su Ming was not angry; young folks still lacked insight:
"It's simple; I'd transform into anyone from your squad, chat and drink with her, and she's settled. Her heart is constantly filled with various pains, and that's her weakness."
Jemma pursed her lips, aware of how troubled Daisy was internally.
Daisy's mother died, partly connected to her; her father remained in life imprisonment due to her; anyone getting close to her dies, akin to what the East called a fateful lone star.
Jemma asked herself, if Daisy's experiences befell her, she might have collapsed long ago.
Despite that, Jemma whispered: "You can transform into me? That's not honorable at all. Aren't you supposed to be a strong martial artist? Where's the honor, like Asgard's Prince Thor, so manly..."
Seeing Jemma's longing expression beside him, with eyes possibly sparkling like stars, Fitz's mouth twitched.
What's so good about Thor? Just muscles?
Thus Fitz decided if they could escape safely this time, he'd begin intense workouts once back to his era, consume protein powder like meals, and build muscles.
He already had a beard, only needed to grow it longer, let his hair grow to shoulder length, borrow a large hammer from the workshop, and then Jemma would circle him daily, never glance at other men again.
Thinking about this, perhaps dreaming of future prospects, Fitz giggled a bit, which worried Jemma into checking his eyes.
Su Ming maintained his hoarse, deep tone, yet it was filled with amusement: "So what about being a martial artist? Martial arts can kill, guns, magic, strategies all can too. Trust me, if one day even I find there's no other way, and I must engage in melee to delay a foe, then it represents Earth's near destruction."
The scientific duo, each wrapped in thoughts, returned to reality and fell silent, all due to looking at problems from different angles, limitations in their perspectives.
Before they were tossed into the 'frame,' they couldn't even comprehend the electronic dimension; before tossed to the future, they didn't believe in reversing the future either.
However, after the experiences, things differed; they eagerly returned to their era twice to report to Fury, and he reacted nonchalantly.
To Black Braised Egg, what they experienced wasn't surprising; the second world within the 'frame' couldn't compare to Dr. Zola's 'Z World,' the latter was truly Avengers-level affairs.
And altering history's course through time-travel, creating a parallel world, was something X-Men had done long ago; they'd saved the Earth countless times, Professor X wouldn't even bother mentioning it.
Thus, Fury dispensed a few thousand bucks to each squad member as a token, while he was busy setting up safe houses on an extraterrestrial planet.
Except for Coulson, other Shield Squad members were dispirited upon learning of past feats by the Avengers and X-Men from the Director granting temporary permissions.
Originally assuming they'd achieved great deeds, but they were nothing compared to superheroes, experiencing the staggering reality gap brought by power.
"Will there truly be such foes?" Jemma asked dumbly; knowing Deathstroke was powerful, no one in the Avengers could withstand him for long.
If something existed forcing Deathstroke into melee confrontations, what caliber of monster would it be?
Su Ming sighed, noticing evident marks of artificial excavation at another underground space exit: "Yes, but having great combat power doesn't mean they're strong, someday you'll understand."
Just as Su Ming planned to examine the tunnel leading to deeper levels, sudden violent tremors occurred, dropping rocks and dust from overhead, and evident wisps of dust in lit areas.
He could only helplessly brush off his shoulder dust: "Alright, seems Daisy is planning to bury us all alive; we must go convince her."