[Comprehensive] Little Spider's troubles about flat chest

"Petra...?" Deadpool looked at me and called my name again.

I took two steps back.

I noticed that Deadpool's expression slowly changed from a cheerful expression to a serious expressionless face.

He walked to the side, bent down and pouted his butt towards me, picked up his headgear that I threw on the ground before, and put it back on his head.

"I should have realized it a long time ago... No wonder you are so weird today, you are not like the usual you at all. Hey, I don't know if what you just said was also affected by that thing, otherwise it would seem that I just had a look on my face It looks really stupid to be moved." He rambled on alone, not sure if he was talking to himself or telling me.

I frowned, showing a guarded defensive posture.

"Hey... I didn't mean to hurt you, but this uniform really affected you in a bad way, and you'll understand if you come to your senses, right?"

He talks so much nonsense and I want to punch him.

But his intentions are already obvious, he wants to take away my current uniform, and wants to make me lose the meaning of my existence.

He is just jealous of me, jealous of my enhanced ability, and afraid that I will be stronger than him.

That's a shame, I was better than him.

The last time... the last time was just because I didn't seriously want to fight him.

I stretch out my hand and shoot a spider web at him.

Deadpool turned sideways and dodged.

While Deadpool was on his side, I ran to him quickly and punched him in the stomach.

He flew out all at once, first knocked down a tree, then rolled in the air and crashed into a residential building.

There was a deafening crash in this quiet residential area.

Then I heard what seemed to be a girl screaming in that direction.

Frowning, girl?

I used the spider silk to swing over quickly.

On a summer night, a blond girl in a silk suspender dress was kneeling on the bed covering her mouth in panic. She first looked at Deadpool stuck in the corner with her head upside down and her legs up, and then at me.

She seemed to have seen the spider mark on my chest, showed a scared expression, and opened her mouth to me, "Spider, Spider-Man, save me..."

I didn't wait for her to finish, and I noticed that Deadpool was wailing and covering his stomach with his hands, his legs that were leaning against the wall fell off the wall, flipped 180 degrees and hit his head in a difficult movement .

I immediately picked up his collar and dragged him out.

"Spider-Man!" The girl seemed not to give up, "Is this person... a bad guy?"

Is it a bad guy?

Someone who wants to take my uniform away, probably.

I nodded, and the girl widened her eyes, "I'll help you call the police!"

She was really annoying too, so I rolled my eyes and said to him, "Go away!"

She looked at me in surprise, I ignored her and continued dragging Deadpool out of the hole he had just knocked out.

Then I threw him in front of me and waited for him to stand up.

"Uh..." He stumbled up from the ground with his stomach in his arms, patted the ashes on his buttocks, and muttered angrily, "Women are really unreasonable creatures. They called her Xiao Tiantian just a second ago. The next second you say turn your back and turn your face. Is it because I was angry with me last time that I bundled Play and made you cry? But I said that you can do anything you want to me, and you don’t want to! Damn... I don't even know how to get that thing off of you."

"Have you not given up yet?" I asked in a low voice.

Deadpool looked at me, reset his mandible, and then pulled out the two knives behind him, "I don't know if it would be useful to cut it off with a knife? ... But please remember not to take my dear Pete Pull it into a kebab."

He came towards me with a knife, and then stopped when he was about to come in front of me, as if he was thinking about how to use his samurai sword to accomplish this purpose.

When he was hesitating, I was not soft on my hands. The spider silk stuck to his knife, and I threw it out with a flick.

"Uh!" Deadpool wailed in disappointment, "It's really hard to deal with..."

He took out the handcup from the back of his waist again, raised his hand and pointed at me in a tangled manner, and then pointed his hand down again, pointing at my calf.

"Sorry, sweetheart, but trust me, I just wanted to take the uniform off you—well, don't think so~"

As soon as Deadpool finished speaking, he caught off guard and opened a wooden barn towards my calf.

I didn't react right away, because my spider sense didn't even notice the malice from him!

Besides, I'm not Quicksilver, I can't outrun bullets!

The bullet went through my calf and the pain knocked me off balance and I fell to the ground.

"Damn it! Why does my calf hurt so much?" Deadpool exaggeratedly covered his leg.

I looked at him quietly, but the anger in my heart was also burning.

How dare he hit me with a wooden warehouse?It seems that you dare to treat me like this?

Deadpool was limping along pretendingly, but I just thought he was laughing at me.

I looked down at my leg, although it still hurts, why is it smaller than the wound just now?

I do recover faster after an injury, but never this quickly.

But I'm not thinking about that right now.

I looked at Deadpool and raised the corners of my mouth.

The spider silk quickly stuck to his chest, and then pulled him hard.

He lay on the ground struggling to get up.

I immediately seized the right moment and sat on his back, pressing his face to the ground forcefully.

I have to sigh in my heart, it's really a turn of events.

"Smart little bastard, so you still hold a grudge? It's the same sentence, you can do whatever you want, but can you take off your uniform first?" He said vaguely.

Uniforms, uniforms, uniforms!

I picked up the small knob on the top of his headgear that was protruding because of the unevenness, and knocked it to the ground again and again.

"Uh, it hurts a bit." His still disapproving attitude really angered me, and I mechanically smashed his head to the ground as if uncontrollably.

The ground was cracked, and the bright red blood flowed out, stimulating my nerves.

Deadpool finally calmed down, and I was also stunned looking at the blood on the ground.

Perhaps it was because of the too much movement just now, all the surrounding residents looked in our direction and whispered in their mouths.

Just watching Deadpool's blood spread to my knees on the ground, I suddenly woke up, jumped up from Deadpool in a panic, and looked at my hands.

What am I doing?

I didn't even do anything like that to the supervillains.

What's more, he is a Deadpool...

I hugged my head helplessly, and even my eyes were sour.

Did I do all this?

Deadpool half-sinked in the concrete, and the mess around here?

...I, I have to get out of here.

It's all so confusing, what's wrong with me?

Seeing Deadpool pull out his head that was almost embedded in the concrete floor after being beaten.

He struggled to get up from the ground.

An inexplicable fear slowly rose from my heart.

I dare not look at his expression, see what I have done to him?

So I took a few steps back, then turned around and ran.

Running wildly for a while, and swinging with the spider silk for a while, I came to a nearby church.

The doors of the church are wide open, and Christ Jesus is crucified.

I sat wearily in the front seat and looked up at the cross, feeling very depressed.

Deadpool said, the reason I look like this is because of the black stuff on my uniform?

I became suspicious, looked down at the uniform on my body, and carefully pulled it up.

A black goo clung to my uniform and I immediately got goosebumps.

What the hell is this?

I quickly undid my uniform, then crumpled it up, intending to throw it away.

But what I didn't expect was that the black sticky substance stuck to my hand, and quickly wrapped my whole body along my arm in a conscious crawling posture.

The church bell rang suddenly at this moment, and my eyes widened in horror, and I began to tear hard.

Obviously I have such a lot of strength, so why... can't tear it off?

I arched my back and managed to pull one piece off, but it quickly wrapped around another part of my body, seemingly endlessly.

That's when I realized that I might never be able to live without it.

Do not!I do not want!

I don't want to become what I was before, indifferent to everything, completely controlled by negative emotions.That's not me at all, that's not me.

I don't want to hurt people, and I don't want to pester Deadpool to see what he looks like after knowing that he has suffered so much, and I don't want anyone, especially someone I care about, to get hurt or die.

If Uncle Ben sees me like this, he will be extremely disappointed.

It was all in such agony that I started screaming uncontrollably.

I've let him down once and don't want to do it again.

Whatever it is...leave me!

please leave me.

I lay flat on the floor of the church exhausted, even though my sour eyes couldn't help closing, I couldn't help panting quickly.

Frustration haunts me.

I just want to be a better person and just want to help everyone in danger, like those super cool Avengers.

Of course not because it's cool, but because, I want to be such a person.

But... now I'm just a Petra Parker who doesn't get anything done, constantly blaming everyone and everything.

Looks like I'll never be able to...

A gust of cold wind blew by, and I couldn't help shivering.

But soon I realized something was wrong.

When I came in, the door of the church was already closed, right?

Sitting up from the floor, I saw Christ Jesus in front of me at a glance, and then I couldn't help lowering my head to look at myself.

——Those black substances are gone!

I was obviously at a loss for such a situation, and looked around quickly.

The red and blue spider uniform curled up and lay quietly on the ground, as if nothing had happened before.

I walked on the street, everything is still so familiar, but it feels like a long time ago.

There were no more irritating noises in my head, no outbursts of anger, and everything was back to normal.

As if everything was just an illusion, where did that black substance go—who knows?Perhaps it disappeared in the light of Christ?

Emmmmm, since I don't believe in religion, I started to think, should I at least learn about it?

"Spiderman, can you sign me?"

"You are the pride of New York and we love you!"

"I love you so much, Spider-Man!"

Looking at the New Yorkers surrounding me, I couldn't help showing a gratified smile.

Fortunately, fortunately, I did not do anything irreparable...

--Deadpool!

I took a photo with them in the middle of signing in with a pen and suddenly raised my head.