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"Don't you find it kind of weird Deathstroke hasn’t been seen in New York in like over two years?" Jones commented.
"Yeah, you used to hear all kinds of stuff about him in New York but now it's like he's avoiding the city." Diana responded
"Uh-" Neal spoke up. "Deathstroke kinda... isn't allowed near me..."
"Neal..." Peter said carefully. "What do you mean?"
"Well since I'm from another universe that also means there's another version of me here" Neal responded. "and both of us have had interactions with Deathstroke, mine were just a little... worse."
"You've met Deathstroke?" Peter asked.
"And the other me knows this." Neal continued, completely ignoring Peters question. "So he threatened to tear off Deathstrokes arms."
"What?" All three of the agents said.
"Well, he called Deathstroke and told him he'd, and I quote 'Smash your fucking skull in if Neal sees even a glimpse of you' so..." Neal trailed off.
"What the f-" Diana tried to say before Neal cut her off.
"And then told him, and again, quoting him exactly, 'If I hear anything about you even being in the same city as him I'll rip off your arms and shove them down your throat.'"
"..."
"Is 'other you' okay?" Jones asked worriedly.
"I don't think so, no." Neal answered blandly.