“Wrong answer,
Chico”
You’d think that with an Earth where New York stretches across the entire planet that there’d be more superheroes. Spider-man, Daredevil, you name it. It would seem that this wasn’t the case on Earth-212. Unfortunately though, there was however an abundance of so called supervillains. In America Chavez’s eyes, that wasn’t completely bad. It even made her kind of happy in a way. She finally had people to punch. Well people that deserved it of course!
This guy in particular was just your regular drug dealing thug, with the feeble man sporting what appeared to be an entire tracksuit. Obviously he didn’t own a mirror, which was surprising considering everything she had heard. From what she had gathered after “nicely asking” the local junkies, ol’ tracksuit here got his stuff directly from the main supplier. The drug in question? MGH. Mutant Growth Hormone. Powerful stuff. Just one hit could potentially give the user omega level mutant abilities. That enough was enough to get America Chavez on the case although that wasn’t the only reason. What intrigued and worried Chavez the most was that there weren’t any mutants on Earth-212. So where the
mierda was he getting it from?
“I swear to god, I don’t know!” The man’s Brooklyn accent was clear as day, although that wasn't exactly rare considering there were around 14 different Brooklyns on this Earth.
Oh dios. America’s patience was wearing thin. She had enough of this. It was time for action.
“If the next few words to leave your mouth even rhymes with the ‘I don’t know’, I’ll be breaking your fingers…” America’s eyes glared angrily into the man’s as she pulled his arm in between the two. “…one by one.”
“Listen bitch! I don’t…” Well at least she gave him a chance. The scream that followed masked the sound of snapping bones, with the drug dealer collapsing to the floor in pain. He wailed and moaned as he flopped about the floor, while America simply took the time to check her watch. Her attention snapped back however when he finally decided to talk.
“Alright… alright I’ll talk! I’ll give you the address!”
“That’s the smartest thing you’ve said all day,
Chico.”
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It was obviously a trap. Tracksuit back there had managed to phone ahead before getting picked up by the cops. Fortunately a group of 20 armed guards wasn’t going to be an issue for Miss America. She tore through the men with ease, easily breaking several bones in the process. Her prize though wasn’t all too exciting. Whoever was behind the drug production here had cleared up shop. By the looks of it, it had only been recently too. America swore angrily under her breath. All night she had been working this case, yet she was still no closer to solving it.
That was until she detected something off about the warehouse. The particles around her shifted awkwardly as if they had been broken apart. Of course! It was obvious now. Whoever this sucker was, they had access to the multiverse. All that frickin’ power and what do they do? Sell drugs. Absolutely ridiculous. If they were going to take the time to break the laws of physics, then they may as well do something decent for their efforts.
Deciding it was time to take her leave, America closed her eyes and concentrated. Focussing on the energy around her, she stamped down breaking the ground. No, not the ground, the walls of the multiverse. The star shaped portal shattered instantly, leaving a pure white decent into nothing. America frowned at the sight, with her having just detected where it would be taking her. Earth-76031. Perfect. Looks like she wouldn’t be having Korean BBQ until. It was the little changes across the multiverse that did the most damage in her opinion, like the lack of cooking skills on some Earths. Sighing, she gave one last look around at the warehouse, the beaten thugs and even the occasional glimpse of the night sky, before diving through the star shaped hole.
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