[Comprehensive British and American] SpiderGirl

Tony Stark fell into contemplation of life.

He thought for three seconds.

Until my friend Colonel Rhodes couldn't help but said: "Why don't you go back first."

"Huh?" Tony looked up.

"I don't know." Rhodes said, "I see that you are thinking about which beauty, anyway, we have enough manpower to ambush a base, or—"

"What? Of course not!" Tony interrupted him in astonishment, "Why do you think so?"

The colonel shrugged and asked, "Then what are you thinking?"

"The...problem teenagers at home?" Tony said somewhat uncertainly.

"Oh, puberty." The colonel nodded knowingly, and patted him on the shoulder in relief, "You have finally learned how to raise children."

Tony pushed his hand away expressionlessly.

"But you are right, I should fix it quickly." He unbuckled his seat belt and called his AI butler, "Friday, help me find out where Spider-Man is."

"Okay, apply for monitoring—" Friday's voice stopped suddenly, and a second later, she replied, "BOSS, at home."

"Ok?"

"At Avengers Tower," Friday said.

Thank goodness they didn't trigger the security outside the building.In normal times, Petra still has the confidence to pass through the frantic strafing machine guns or barrels unscathed, but now it is hard to say with a dying Deadpool on her back.

The first thing to do is to stop the bleeding.

"I said earlier that you shouldn't have accepted that mission." Petra half-dragged and half-hugged the man into the elevator, praying that the alarm would not go off.Deadpool clearly had a bad relationship with the building's owner, but perhaps Friday was allowing them in for her sake.

She breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help complaining: "Do you really think money is more important than life?"

"For mercenaries, yes." Wade was still talking nonsense when it came to this point, "By the way, I don't die so easily."

"Then I threw you out?"

"No, no, no..." Deadpool immediately changed his face, "Although he won't die, it will hurt...Little spider, do you have the heart to watch me struggle and die on the street?"

Why is the elevator so slow?Distraught, Petra put her hand on the artery near his heart, trying in vain to seal the wound.The floor of the elevator was still quickly messed up with blood. If the door was opened later and someone stood outside, they would definitely scream in fright—this looked like a tragic murder scene, and she was the murderer, who was killed on the spot Catch it right.

She said impatiently, "So, who told you to mess with government officials, you could have gone to the hospital—"

"He's dead." Wade interrupted quickly.

"Then what's going on with you now?"

"I was ambushed, and it seems that someone leaked the news." He muttered, his voice getting weaker and weaker, "I'll settle the score with them later."

Petra finally waited for the familiar ding-dong sound, and before the door was fully opened, she manually pulled it open one step at a time.There was no one outside, and the sensor lights automatically turned on.She carried her back, lifted Deadpool's shoulders, and pulled him out forcefully.

Arthur told her that the Avengers weren't in New York - including, of course, Iron Man himself.Unable to go to the hospital, unable to go home, and being hunted down by a group of desperadoes, the only place she could think of was the most suitable place.The so-called most dangerous place is also the safest place.The Avengers Building is the most ostentatious landmark in Manhattan, but it is hard for those people to think that they will come here, after all, neither of them are Avengers.

Remembering where the first aid kit was, Petra quickly retrieved the tourniquet and forceps, not knowing what to do with it.She took a deep breath, regained her composure, and decided to cut off the wet uniform on his body first, and clean out the fabric stuck to the flesh and blood.

"Did it ever occur to you that your client did it on purpose?" she asked, pulling on the tourniquet forcefully. "You also make enemies everywhere, maybe the people behind you want to use your hands to get rid of political enemies, and then kill you at the same time. Kill two birds with one stone?"

Petra was inexperienced and poured alcohol indiscriminately, hearing the other party's weak screams.

"Did you do it on purpose..."

"No! I'm sorry, Deadpool, I just want to help..." She was so frightened that she immediately dropped the alcohol bottle, and picked up cotton to wipe off some of the liquid mixed with blood and alcohol on her hands.

Wade exhaled, his head limply tilted to one side: "It's possible."

"what?"

"Your guess. It's probably like this." Deadpool's voice didn't sound surprised at all. "It's normal to often walk by the river. I just underestimated the enemy a little bit this time."

"Because no matter how powerful you are, there is only one person."

"That's right, that's why I asked you to be my partner..." Wade turned his head and looked at her pitifully, "You rejected me."

"..."

Petra avoided his gaze and examined the other wounds on his extremities, which were flesh and blood in comparison and could not be dealt with.She dried her hands again, cheered herself up, and then summoned up the courage to reach for his belly.

"Deadpool, I feel like vomiting." Petra's voice trembled a little.

"Hold it." The other party encouraged her, "You've done a good job, honey, work harder... Aww!"

"Sorry." After stuffing Deadpool's intestines back in one breath, she let go in fright, "I don't know what to do? How to sew it up? I'd better find a doctor... By the way, Doctor Strange! He's the surgeon! Oh no, his hand is now..."

Viscous liquid passed through the fingers, whether it was blood, gastric juice, tissue fluid or something, even through gloves, she could clearly feel the slippery touch, and her hands trembled even more.

Wade was silent for a while, and said: "Don't worry about it, you should cut it off, anyway, it will take a little time to grow back..."

Petra complied, and the room fell into a brief silence.

"Are you going to die?"

"Now... probably not." Deadpool hummed softly.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down on the ground, looking at the dried blood on her hands, at a loss.

"You should go to the hospital. They can't just cover the sky with one hand—"

"No."

"Are you just not wanting to reveal your appearance?" Petra suddenly asked, stretched out her hand and pressed near his ribs, without much strength, she heard him wailing again and again: "No, no, no, stop!"

"Even at this time, don't you want to take off the mask?" Her hand went all the way up, touched his slightly trembling Adam's apple, put it on, trying to touch the edge of the mask.

Wade grabbed her hand: "It has nothing to do with this."

Petra sighed.

"I know what you look like, Wade."

Deadpool's body trembled slightly.

"I found your address in Boston. There are acquaintances of yours in the bar on that street, and you still have your photo—they told me that your name is Wade Wilson." Petra looked at him, " It's easy to check, and in a modern society with highly developed information, it doesn't take much effort at all."

"...You are really amazing." Wade let out a breath and slowly relaxed his body. "Okay, since you've already found out by yourself, what else do you want to know?"

"Well, you used to be quite handsome?" Petra said hesitantly, still examining his face, "What have you become now?"

"Me now? I'm fine." Wade said, "Extraordinary self-healing ability, they can't kill me, but I can kill them, invincible."

He should have been proud of his tone, but it sounded like he was laughing at himself.

Petra suddenly said: "Because your girlfriend ran away, so you are very sad."

"..." Wade was dumbfounded, "Hey, sweetheart, it's too much for you to stab people like this."

"Superheroes are also unavoidable." She couldn't help comforting her, "When Sol was dumped... well, I won't talk about the specifics, you can imagine."

"I'm not a superhero." Wade looked at her. "I'm a ruthless killer."

Petra: "It's not convincing at all in the way you are now... more like the dead, I mean."

"..."

Wade lay on his back on the floor and smiled softly.

Petra was amazed at his recovery speed, but she also relaxed a lot. Only then did she have time to pay attention to her embarrassment: "Well, it's so fishy..."

Would Arthur be upset if she just took off the suit and threw it in the washing machine?She didn't mean to disrespect people... er no, disrespect AI.But the smell of blood all over his body is indeed worrying.

"That's the advantage of choosing red." Wade said proudly, "No one will notice if you don't wash it clean, dear."

"It was my idea," Petra retorted.

"No, mine. I'm ahead of you."

"I'm more popular than you."

Deadpool: "Uh...you make sense. After all, I like you too."

"...I'm sorry about your girlfriend." Petra paused and said, "But you still don't want to use the method of picking up girls on me. I have someone I like."

Wade was heartbroken and shut his mouth.But he didn't hold on for a few seconds and failed again: "This is not a way to pick up girls."

"That's flattery?" Petra was puzzled, "But what's the use of flattering me?"

"Can't you think of it as a way to make friends?" Wade sighed and raised his right hand.

Petra was stunned for a moment, but he didn't dodge, and his headgear was torn off by him.

Her hair was already wet with sweat, and her curly bangs hung listlessly on both sides of her temples, and her face was still flushed with effort.

Petra raised the back of her hand to wipe off a little sweat: "What are you doing?"

She obviously wanted to take off Deadpool's mask, why did he take it off instead?Forget it, it's not like he hasn't seen this face before...

"I suddenly realized—" Deadpool stared for a while, then said, "You look so good in tights. My sweet little spider, how old are you this year?"

"I'm... almost fifteen?"

"Okay." Wade said obediently, and immediately shut his mouth.

"what happened?"

"I'm struggling to control my blood flow to the corpus cavernosum."

"???"

Petra was shocked: "Is this your attitude towards your savior, Wade?"

"Hey, I saved you too..." he protested.

"So I saved you, and we're paying off now."

Deadpool glared at her disapprovingly.

Petra moved back a few centimeters, propped herself up and got up: "I think I'd better find you a doctor. Dr. Strange should know someone else—"

At this time, Dr. Strange should take the initiative to open a portal for her, and drop any of his surgeon friends.

Petra turned her head, a little disappointed, and no portal appeared.

The Sorcerer Supreme may have fallen asleep.

"I'm a little hungry now." Wade still added fuel to the flames behind her, "Honey, did you just cut off my stomach as well?"

Petra took out her phone, looked for Strange's number, and replied without raising her head, "If you keep making trouble, I'll cut off your penis too!"

Wade gasped, covered his face in horror, and groaned.

After a while, Petra felt something was wrong.She found the number, but didn't press it, and turned around very hesitantly, looking in the direction of Deadpool.

Over his half-dead body, she saw Tony and Steve froze at the door.

Is the dull and terrified expression on their faces because of hearing her swear words, or because of...

Petra silently turned off the phone, turned around and faced the huge glass window, thinking, no, I'm just a passing, young and helpless baby spider.