[Comprehensive] Little Spider's troubles about flat chest

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I can play? ? ?

I suddenly felt confused in my heart, and began to wonder if I had misunderstood something, after all, my spider sense didn't detect anything.

But he himself said something like tearing up tickets and hurting innocent people.

So... what does he want?

I always feel that it is not a good thing.

So I let him hold my arm with a cold face and lead me out of the house.

"Can I lock the door?" I asked tentatively, although fortunately Aunt May was not at home, but if she came back and found not only that there was no one at home, but also that the door was unlocked, she would definitely go crazy.

"Oh!" Deadpool reacted, "Of course! Do you want me to lock the door for you? After all, keys, uh, turning around are annoying...shit! Deadpool, what are you talking about? Look like a bandit!"

Annoyed, he turned his head and complained to the corner of the wall.

I quietly rolled my eyes, and quickly locked the door of my house.

"I don't want to walk on the street with you either, it's quite eye-catching." I looked at Deadpool and continued to push forward.

"Eh?...Oh, then let's go down the alley. Honey, you can come here however you want~"

Deadpool's words made me feel very strange for a while, what do you mean I can come here whenever I want?What the hell is he doing?

Out of doubts about Deadpool's behavior, I finally followed him to a relatively remote and chaotic residential area in Brooklyn. Walking on the street, a few men who were a bit sluggish gathered together and were talking, and I saw that they seemed out of place. Me and Deadpool in leather bodysuits looking at us with hostility.

Hmm... As Petra, I have hardly been to this place, but as Spider-Man, I clearly know that the crime rate here is actually quite high.

I put my eyes on Deadpool in front of me, my whole body was full of vigilance, but he was fine, he took out his mobile phone from somewhere and stopped by the side of the road, "Hey, where is it?"

Even if I try to know what Deadpool wants to do, I am a little impatient, "Since you can't find it... can I go home?"

"Oh, of course not!" Deadpool stared at me wide-eyed, "I know—the air here seems to be full of fetishes, addicts, and the sweat of addiction, and it's really kind of bad. I also know that I have been a little out of my kidnapper role from the beginning. Sorry, I will play well, so you are still my hostage, you can't go~ my dear Petra..."

I was already a little impatient in my heart, and I was already in a bad mood, so now I just want to find out his purpose, and then beat him up quickly.

"Ah! This is it!" Before I could speak, Deadpool spoke, and when I looked at him, the phone in his hand had disappeared.

"Let's go~" He took out a gun and pressed it against my lower back, and pushed me briskly into the apartment building.

Standing in the elevator, Deadpool standing behind him.

Uh, there's a weird smell in the elevator.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a group of people in dark blue clothes came out from around the corner. One of them walked towards here quickly, as if he wanted to press the elevator button to catch up with this elevator.

Deadpool immediately reached out and pressed the close button.

But the elevator door finally opened slowly, and the person outside the door looked behind him, "I've pressed it! Hurry up, snails!"

When the man turned his head again, I saw the English words "NYPD" on the clothes - New York Police Department, and frowned, they are the police.

The man raised his head and glanced casually at Deadpool's raised hand, without seeing what he was pressing, he said, "Thanks buddy, I said your tights are cool."

"Oh, thanks. Mr. NYPD... what does NYPD mean? New York Photo Diode? If so, I think you guys are pretty cool too."

"Pfft." I couldn't help but let out a strange sound in my nasal cavity, and began to wonder why I appeared in this place and had to suffer such pain, New York photodiode?really have him...

A group of policemen who followed also squeezed in one after another, so I took a few steps back.

I can no longer feel the muzzle of the gun that was pressed against my waist before. Not only that, someone in the crowded elevator probably accidentally squeezed me. Know it's Deadpool.

As soon as he wanted to avoid it, Deadpool stretched out his arms and passed me. The too close distance made me feel a little hot.

"Hahaha you're so funny bro. NYPD is the NYPD and we're cops from Brooklyn's 99th precinct and we're here to do drug raids- uh, I think you're a superhero or something instead of a drug/ Trafficker? Remember to keep it secret!"

"Peralta...we all heard it." A female voice sounded helplessly, "I'm thinking about whether I should write this matter in the report."

"Uh... you're Spider-Man, right? Or a big fan of Spider-Man? Brother, I'm sure you won't tell, right?" the man named Peralta asked cautiously.

"How do you know? My brother is a huge fan of Little Spider. Do you like Spiderman too?" As he said that, Deadpool grabbed my hand and moved it, poking my ribs, but I felt that he seemed to be passing by. Touched my bra.

Damn it—did he touch it?

What the hell is that bastard deadpool trying to do?

His voice rang right next to my ears, and I could even feel the vibration from his chest due to the sound.

Deadpool's tone was still very brisk, and he didn't feel guilty about doing something bad at all.

"Of course I'm not as fanatical as you, but I really envy you..." Peralta lowered his voice and whispered, "If I wear such tights at work, my boss will always stare at you like a babysitter. look at me..."

"Oh! What a pity!" Deadpool's tone seemed to be somewhat regretful, but I always felt that he was a little perfunctory.

"By the way, we seem to be here." The elevator stopped quickly, and Deadpool took my hand and forced a way out of a bunch of policemen, "Let me go, thank you~"

"Goodbye, brother! I hope I will never see you again... What to do? Seeing him wearing tights and pulling a little boy away, I began to wonder if he has some special fetish..."

I followed Deadpool to the apartment he was talking about.

To my surprise, apart from the fact that the room was empty and shabby, it wasn't as... abnormal as I had imagined.

It was a house that seemed to have never been lived in, but I was still vigilant.

Deadpool, who closed the door, rubbed his hands excitedly.

Then I took out a very thick rope from nowhere.

"What do you want to do to me?" I asked cautiously.

"Shouldn't all hostages be tied up?" He seemed to look at the rope in his hand, then at me, "Can I tie you up?"

"No." I said quickly, "Do you live here now?"

"Yes~" He nodded, but still moved his eyes between me and the rope.

"The house you bought?" My tone was a little suspicious.

"Uh, sort of." He began to lower his head and study how to untie the tangled rope.

"You have that much money to buy a house in New York?" I tried to divert his attention and get my words out of him.

"Of course I'm rich- bro has a lot of money! It's just that I'm not willing to spend on these green cuties... mainly because I used to be roommates with an old, dark and blind lady, but now-" Die The waiter raised a finger, "This is obviously inappropriate, so, would you like to live with me?"

share?

"That's why you 'kidnapped' me here?" I stared at him with wide eyes in surprise, "You don't even know me!"

—Of course it refers to my real identity.

"Oh!" he had an annoyed look on his face. "Did I forget what I was supposed to do again and say what I really wanted? Damn it!"

I've had enough of him, really.

I'm done with this crazy bastard always coming out at the worst times and screwing up everything!

Even if he wants to change his ways.

What's more, he didn't!

He also wanted to kidnap a complete stranger to him!

It can be regarded as seeing through your true colors, Deadpool.

So I pulled the rope out of his hand, threw it out the window, and punched him in the head.

"Oh! Is this a scene of domestic violence?" Deadpool muttered to himself, covering his head, "Hey! It really hurts... Did you agree that you are playing a weak ordinary person?"

While talking, Deadpool seemed to quit. He caught my fist and shouted loudly, "It's not fair! I did say something wrong a few times, but you have to give me a few more chances, after all I Not a professional kidnapper, I'm more suitable to be a stalker!"

I ignored him, but kicked up with his slightly bent legs, and jumped onto his body. My legs wrapped around his neck first, and then I fell back, grabbing Deadpool's arms with both hands. Finally, the body fell back, compressing his neck and jaw so that he could no longer move.

This trick is called Flying Body Cross, Hawkeye once taught me, the power generated by this is very powerful, and it is also very effective against many ordinary enemies.

But Deadpool is no ordinary guy.

"Wow." Deadpool first sighed in admiration, and then I felt his jaw move, "It seems that this hostage is really not simple~"

After finishing speaking, he grabbed my legs with the other hand, and at the same time exerted force on his waist and the arms trapped by me, and sat up from the ground.

I, who was pressing down on him, was actually lifted up out of thin air... So what kind of powerful waist strength is this?

In the next second, I was crushed to the ground by Deadpool in turn, and he was still sitting on my body, with his hands imprisoned behind him.

"Huh~ Although your strength is great, this move is not suitable for you, your weight is too light!" Deadpool hummed while talking.

The left side of my cheek was firmly pressed against the cold floor, and I could vaguely hear the rustling sound of friction.

Deadpool is holding a rope and binding my hands. I can untie them, but I can hardly use them now.

A strong sense of powerlessness and shame came together, and I suddenly felt as if I was still the same failure as before, and I still couldn't do anything well.

It's not supposed to be like this, I can do better at other times, but why do I become so terrible every time I meet Deadpool?Why do I have nothing to do with him every time?

Physical tears wet the floor along his temples.

I still don't know what he wants to do. I was teased by him after taking off the spider uniform. Could it be that he was just letting me do all the fights in the past?

Ah, no wonder Harry hates me like this.