When Valoran meets the hero of American comics

"Hi"

Deadpool turned his head when he heard the sound, glanced at the giggling kid next to him, then turned back and concentrated on waiting for the light.

"Hello, do you also admire superheroes?"

The boy twisted the mountain bike under him, approached Deadpool's beloved car, and kept talking: "I have always dreamed of having a suit of the same style as Captain America, but my pocket money does not support me to do so. "

"Maybe I can save the money, but when I see the Iron Man and Skywalker figures, I can't help but buy them, especially the Iron Man figures."

"You know, there is no steel suit of the same style on the market, so the figure is the best collectible I can get my hands on."

"Sometimes I think it would be great if I could have a signed photo of Mr. Tony Stark or Mr. Evan Glazer, especially Mr. Evan Glazer."

"Oh my gosh, he's about my age and he's become a world-famous inventor."

"I actually tried to make something, but it was so hard, but there were successes, I mean, I got lucky."

"do you know"

"Listen, kid," Deadpool interrupted the little boy angrily, "I have very important things to do. If you go late, you may get charged by some stingy guy, so don't hold my arm. Talk about something that has nothing to do with saving the world, and stand aside obediently, and I will give you a signed photo of a superhero when I come back."

"Is it really Miss Natasha's?"

The boy asked immediately, and after reacting, he explained to himself: "Ah, I think her photos may be more valuable for collection. Of course, the ones with Miss Wei are better, those of Tony Stark or Mr. Evan Glazer." That’s fine, I mean, could it be the Hulk’s?”

Deadpool squinted at the disgusting boy next to him and interrupted: "It belongs to your most respected and favorite Mr. Deadpool. It is given to you in a physical health textbook with illustrations."

The "Deadpool" boy looked confused: "Who is that?"

""

"Hey," Wade patted his clothes and reminded, "Look here, kid, didn't you remember something?"

Seeing that the boy was still shaking his head, he said in a hopeless tone: "You are so out of date, you don't even know about Deadpool, the handsome and powerful person in the Avengers, the dream lover of countless gays and girls. "

"By the way," Deadpool, who turned around, suddenly turned back and asked, "If you don't know, then why are you holding me back and touching my arm?"

"Because of this dress," the boy pointed at Deadpool's clothes and said in an envious tone: "Although I don't know which superhero it belongs to, it's really beautiful."

"I really like the red suit, like Mr. Tony Stark's Iron suit."

"Can you tell me where you bought it? I plan to start saving my pocket money from now on."

"Stop being delusional, you can't buy this thing."

Deadpool flicked the shoulder corners of his tights like he was taking care of his suit, and pretended not to care, showing off: "This is my unique suit, a unique item that makes countless evil villains tremble in fear."

"You are a superhero too"

The boy looked at him in surprise, his slightly childish voice full of surprise.

"Oh, just kidding, I'm on the front line."

"Do the Avengers know?"

Deadpool asked, and when the boy nodded, he pointed at himself and introduced: "Deadpool, an indispensable member of the Avengers, is as important as the butter between two slices of bread."

"Wow"

The boy looked yearning, then seemed to think of something, and asked doubtfully: "Why do you need to spread butter when eating bread?"

"You can also take tuna"

Bad memories were flooding in his mind. Deadpool looked at the boy's somewhat old mountain bike and raised his voice several tunes.

"I eat them directly, actually."

Before the boy could finish speaking, Deadpool reached out and rubbed his hair, interrupting him: "Okay, boy, today is your lucky day. When I come back, I will give you a suit that is exactly the same as mine. There are also signed photos of the Avengers together.”

"real"

The boy was pleasantly surprised to hear Deadpool's promise.

"of course"

Deadpool waved his hands proudly, indicating that these were all trivial matters.

"Then can I be an Avenger?"

"Of course but what did you say?"

Deadpool immediately wanted to agree, but he soon realized what the other party's request was.

"I mean, can I also join the Avengers and become a superhero?"

The boy looked at Deadpool expectantly and asked cautiously.

"No, you are too young. Even if you are staying in a hotel with a 50-year-old woman at your age, no one will give you the key to a room."

"what"

Of course the boy couldn't understand Deadpool's dirty accent and could only look at him in confusion.

"Stop your imagination, kid, just go back to class."

Deadpool made a driving gesture to signal the other party not to have any whims.

"Why don't you test it, or are there any quotas for non-staff personnel?"

The boy did not give up and tried to persuade the other party in his own way.

"brush"

Deadpool suddenly turned around, bent his middle and ring fingers down, made a funny gesture, and said a loud voice, startling the boy next to him.

"Okay, the test is over, you failed"

After scaring people, Deadpool turned around as if nothing happened and came to an unconvincing conclusion.

"what"

The boy looked confused and still hadn't realized what happened.

"Okay, you go back to class. It's time for me to leave. This is the third time."

Seeing that the traffic light was passable, Deadpool patted the boy who was blocking him on the shoulder, signaling him to get out of the way and leaving.

"Wait a minute, sir," the boy argued, holding Deadpool's arm: "I was not ready just now. I thought you were joking with me."

"If I try again, I will definitely perform well this time."

"By the way, what are we testing?"

"Emergency response ability or psychological endurance"

"No, I'm just teasing you."

""

Even the talkative boy was speechless for such a straightforward answer for a long time. After a while, he continued: "Sir, I really want to join the Avengers, even as a non-staff member."

"And I think I'm still capable. I usually like to DIY some things, and I also made a super powerful electric shock device."

"Why don't you come with me to my house and I'll show you my inventions?"

"I don't have time now, kid." Deadpool tapped the other person's finger that grabbed his arm and motioned for him to let go: "And this has nothing to do with your ability, it's because you are too young, unless you are another Ivan .”

"Uh"

"Okay, excuse me, Mr. Deadpool, the lights are on. I mean, you are welcome to my home."

The boy wanted to say something more, but in the end he said nothing. He let go of Deadpool's hand and moved away in despair.

Green traffic lights flashed and turned red.

"Listen kid," Deadpool patted his chest and warned: "Never look like a loser. This will do nothing but attract ridicule and unnecessary sympathy. You are not going to be an Avenger. Do you want to be a superhero? Show your strength."

"Do I still have a chance?"

The boy looked at Deadpool with red eyes, like an abandoned puppy.

"You can't do it now because you are young. When you grow up, you may not be able to be a superhero," Deadpool said, half encouraging and half admonishing: "Even if you can't become a superhero in the eyes of everyone, you can still be a superhero in the eyes of your family. Super hero."

"So you know what you're going to do?"

"Be brave and fight against evil"

The boy replied tentatively.

"shit"

Deadpool reached out and slapped the boy on the head, causing him to groan in pain.

"That's our business and has nothing to do with you. What you have to do is protect yourself, don't let your family worry, and then be the strong person in life."

"Let me ask you, is there anyone you like in school?"

"No"

Before he could finish his negative words, he was hit again. The boy grinned and rubbed his head, not daring to speak harshly again.

"Go and catch her. Then you will have one more person to protect, and your chances of becoming a superhero like an Avenger will be even greater."

"But I"

"It's nothing good. Is anyone bullying you in school?"

Deadpool didn't give the other party a chance to refute and continued to ask.

"Have"

"How did you deal with them?"

"My uncle said that when you get to high school, you won't meet those bad kids anymore. If you have something to say, tell the teacher and don't fight and cause trouble."

"Go eat shit"

Deadpool cursed fiercely, and when he saw the boy's dull expression, he explained in a perfunctory tone: "Ah, I mean those little bastards who bullied you."

"Just because you're doing your own business doesn't mean you have to be submissive. You should push them into the toilet one by one and spit on them."

"But, my uncle"

"You listen to your uncle in everything. Aren't your aunt angry?"

"what"

It was in a dirty accent again, but luckily the boy didn't understand it.

"Listen kid, you are no longer a cutie who needs to sleep with Donald Duck in his arms," ​​Deadpool put his palms together close to his face and made a sleeping gesture, "You are the one who wants to be a superhero. How can you, a coward like you, fight against evil by dancing?"

"Listen to me, you go and win over other classmates who have also been bullied, then call your friends, block the leader of the idiots in the toilet and beat him up."

"Can"

Deadpool didn't care about the impact his words had on the good boy, and continued to teach his experience: "If he brings people to take revenge on you, you run away, and then find opportunities for them to be alone and fight back one by one to make them I know you’re not someone to be trifled with.”

"Remember, you are not causing trouble, you are doing this to save more people who are being bullied. You are a partner of justice and you are sworn in with evil."

Looking up at the traffic light that turned back, Deadpool touched the boy's head and said goodbye to him: "I'm leaving. Be smart and don't be so stupid and self-righteous. When you grow up, you have to save the world, so you have to Protect yourself well."

"Thank you, Mr. Deadpool, no one has ever told me so much. I will do my best."

"By the way, I haven't told you my name yet, my name is"

After finishing his sentiments, the boy looked up, only to find that Mr. Deadpool, who was in a hurry, had long disappeared. He had no choice but to whisper his name with some embarrassment: "Peter Parker."

On the way to school, Peter thought about Andrew's fat and strong appearance. Instead of being as scared as before, Peter was full of strength.

"I am a partner of justice. I am inseparable from evil. Justice will prevail."

Silently cheering himself up, Peter pedaled the bicycle very fast. He couldn't wait to show off to the guy who bullied him because of his age and body shape.