[Comprehensive British and American] SpiderGirl

"I'm so stupid, really." Coulson said, and his subordinates looked at him together, "I just thought their uniforms were destined, and it would be nice to meet each other. Who would have thought... what should I do now?"

"Call Iron Man?" Someone suggested.

Coulson looked at the phone screen, his fingers rested on the business card for a moment, and then turned it off.He asked, "How credible do you think Deadpool's words are?"

"According to the past situation." Hill replied, "up to 30.00%."

"Then what do you think, does the child believe it?"

"It's hard to say. After all, I'm still a child, and I'm not deeply involved in the world." Hill pondered, "It's good to go and see the world. I think at least that guy won't attack a child."

is it?

Coulson was lost in thought.

"If something happens...are we responsible?"

"Of course." Hill said, "I said earlier that even if there is a shortage of manpower, there is no need to rush to recruit minors. You may soon be complained by the guardian who came to your door."

"..."

Coulson pressed Tony's number decisively.

For the first time in Wade Wilson's decades of life, he met someone who could match him—in speaking length.He vaguely remembered his wish years ago to start a family with his girlfriend, thankfully he broke up and decided he would never think about having kids again.

They are really annoying.real.

From the moment he boarded the plane, Petra's questions never stopped, from "Why did Crossbones steal information from the imitation master, didn't he work for Hydra", "When did he return to New York, I heard that the United States Cap and the Avengers have been tracking him" until—"Where are we going now?"

Well, you won, Wade thought.

"North, New Hampton," he replied, without explaining too much about the source of the information.

"So far?" Petra sat on the passenger seat dangling her legs and looked around, feeling a little bored.

"It'll be fast, baby." Wade patted the dashboard, "We're traveling at the speed of sound."

"Cool!" She turned her head to look inside the cockpit, "This plane looks very high-end, did S.H.I.E.L.D. lend you one?"

"No, it was sent by a man named Tony Stark." Wade replied casually, while adjusting the deflection direction of the autopilot.

"Really?" Petra was dubious. Tony was really generous. She should have thought of giving away a priceless spider suit, but... she whispered, "He didn't even give it to me. What about the plane?"

The man under the red mask grinned: "Of course, because you are still a baby. Do you have a driver's license, kid?"

"No." She answered honestly.

"That's right. When you learn how to pick up girls, he will send you off." Wade said with confidence.

"..."

No, it's impossible in this life.

Petra sat peacefully for a while, but still couldn't help it, she leaned a little closer, and poked the hood carefully with her fingers.

"Hey, don't touch it. Men's heads are very sensitive, don't you know?"

"Not at all."

"Then you know now," Wade said.

"Sorry, I'm just curious about what material you use to make it." Petra pointed out, "It seems that we have clashed."

Wade didn't feel embarrassed at all: "Oh, is it? Isn't it you imitating me?"

"Of course not! How is it possible? Even if I imitate Batman, I won't imitate you." Petra said decisively.

"That's not necessarily the case." Wade said seriously, "I was a special soldier long before you were born. From the time point of view, isn't it because you copied my idea——"

Before she finished speaking, Petra grabbed the key word and asked, "Are you a special soldier?"

"Ah?" He immediately covered the position where the upper mouth of the mask was, and tilted his head, "Did I say that?"

"You said it." Petra said with certainty.She changed her sitting position and put the seat belt around her shoulders, "I thought you were from S.H.I.E.L.D.—"

"It used to be," Wade corrected, "I've been out of the military a long time ago. As for S.H.I.E.L.D.? Of course not! Who would be stupid enough to work for S.H.I.E.L.D.? A national security agency that almost became the headquarters of Hydra? Sounds like it a joke."

"That makes sense." Petra nodded in agreement, "They still want to fool me into getting on the boat."

Wade snorted; "They also deceive children, especially the ones with miserable backgrounds."

"It sounds like you're very emotional."

"What? Really? You heard it wrong." He denied it flatly. "Okay, baby, please sit back obediently and buckle up your seat belt, okay? We're about to land."

Petra sat up straight and fastened her seat belt, not giving up on the previous topic: "I definitely didn't copy your uniform. I came up with it myself—you see, our eyes are different. Who Will draw such a big dark circle on the mask? Look like a fool, okay?"

"Yes, but it's better than you." Wade said dissatisfied, "Look at you? What did they call you? Spider baby? If you want to become a superhero, this cute dress is useless ! To deal with criminals, you must have a deterrent effect, such as me - cruel."

He lowered his tone and pointed to his chin seriously: "Look carefully."

Petra looked at the pair of dark circles.

"I'm an emotionless killer. Feel it?"

"I feel your efforts." Petra pondered, "But it's really stupid."

"People who copy me are not qualified to say such things." Wade said grimly.

"So you were a special soldier, a mercenary, and because you were always injured, you made your uniform red, right?"

"clever."

Petra pouted.So what if he was born decades earlier, the idea of ​​a red uniform can only be thought of by one person?She knew when she got her period, how painful it is to be prepared to hand-wash blood-stained sheets every month... so, red is perfect for covering up.

boom!

The Kun-type fighter plane that was descending steadily suddenly shook violently, and then there was a sudden sense of weightlessness.The out-of-control plane fell headlong to the ground, the fuselage let out an overwhelmed scream, and then finally stopped after a aggressive taxi.

Petra clung to the handrail tightly, breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head to stare at the driver, and took a deep breath: "What happened? Have we been attacked?"

She was answered by a scream from Mr. Deadpool.

He covered his mouth and acted in panic: "You, you are—a girl?"

Uh, did I say it?

She was stunned.

"My God! Can't see it at all," Wade yelled. "I can't believe it! With my piercing eyes... Are your breasts squashed by the tights? It looks like A- oops! "

Petra retracted her legs angrily, and said grimly, "Your penis also looks crushed by the tights."

Deadpool tried to cover his mouth, trembling all over his body: "My God, my God..."

"As for this?" Petra didn't quite understand, thought for a while, and apologized, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kicked your vitals. Does it hurt?"

"You don't understand, I wouldn't start with a little girl, it's against my principles-although I don't have any principles." He seemed a little anxious, biting his index finger through the glove, "I'm abducting a minor to elope Will I be considered a pervert?"

"...Uh, probably soon."

"No, it's unscientific!" Wade was still rambling, "I've never been told that before! That traitor Reynolds! It's because of him that I thought I was meeting Little Holland... Oh, God's will Man, I still love the slash issue."

"??"

I really don't understand what he's talking about.

Petra sighed: "Mr. Deadpool, can we think about business first?"

"That's right!" Deadpool immediately sat up, his expression changed in a blink of an eye, and he changed into a deep and deep voice, "Let's find the crossbones and bring back the information."

The man looked strange.Petra thought.

She got off the plane, kept a distance from Deadpool, followed him through the abandoned factories, and couldn't help asking, "Don't you have a specific plan?"

"Shh, be careful to scare the snake away, sweetheart." The man in the red hood raised his index finger.

Well, here's a freak who calls "baby" to boys and "sweetheart" to girls.

Petra looked at the sky, wondering if she had made a wrong decision.She shouldn't have followed a stranger on his plane because of an outburst of justice... She hadn't had time to say hello to Harry and the others.

Wade stopped at a corner, leaned his back against the wall, and took out a map.Petra leaned over and took a look. It was full of crooked crayon lines, as if he had drawn it blindly.

"The map my informant gave me," Wade said.

"sure?"

"He should be hiding in here." He folded up the map, looked up at the tall chimney not far away, and then turned to Petra, "Okay, sweetheart, I suggest you stay outside and don't go in with me .That's a super super dangerous person, and it's not something you can handle now."

"You mean they'll have guns?"

"More than that." Wade patted the gun bag on his waist, then reached behind his back, and pulled out a long knife, showing the cold light on the blade, "But for me, it's a piece of cake."

"Me too," Petra said.

"No." He refused in a grown-up tone, "Do you have a pistol? Do you have a bomb? Or any weapon?"

Snapped--

A cloud of spider web hit the mask's eyes.

"Don't underestimate people, Deadpool." Petra raised her chin.

Deadpool screamed and covered his eyes: "Okay... you can be my assistant. Well, what if you get hurt, I am a man who feels sorry for Xiang Lianyu..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Petra snatched the hand-drawn map in his arm, frowned and studied for a while, and finally understood what was drawn on the map.

"Okay, I have a plan." She had a flash of inspiration and snapped her fingers. "Since you haven't, then listen to me."

Wade finally tore the spider web off his face, threw it aside in disgust, and snorted: "The plan? Are you sure?"

"Speed ​​east and west." Petra gestured along the outline of the interior layout with her fingers, explained her intentions concisely, then put away the map and threw it back to him, "Remember to listen to my prompts, let's go!"

Wade was stunned, looked at the flying red figure, and scratched his head: "Why should I listen to a little girl's command?"