[Comprehensive] Little Spider's troubles about flat chest

A quiet town in New York was in chaos at this moment, and the lights of the police cars were flashing non-stop.

Some embarrassed Deadpool had his hands handcuffed together, lying on the police car door and yawning boredly.

"Mr. Shi, are you responsible for all those property losses?" The familiar detective Peralta rubbed his head with a pen.

"Yeah, the tree, the house, and the handsome marks on the road are obviously left by my brother~" Deadpool probably felt his legs were a little itchy, bent his knees and rubbed his right instep Left calf, "Speaking of Pilates...why is it you again?"

"I happened to be on duty...By the way, some witnesses said that it was Spider-Man who beat you? Spider-Man beat you to the point of blood?" Peralta frowned and asked, obviously not convinced by this statement. "So... did you do something particularly bad?"

"Spider-Man? What Spider-Man? Why didn't I see my dear little spider?" He looked around exaggeratedly.

As soon as Deadpool finished speaking, I, who was peeking not far away, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but muffled, "Um... I——I'm here."

With that, I jumped out of the tree, apparently to the shock of both of them.

Seeing my appearance, Deadpool first set his sights on my uniform, then shrugged helplessly and sighed.

I first glanced at Peralta guilty, to make sure he didn't recognize me, so I quickly lowered my head, not daring to look at Deadpool's expression again.

"So..." Peralta lowered her head and bit the tip of her pen with a puzzled expression.

"Oh, I see! Is there some supervillain impersonating you, but he's so bad at impersonating that he's wearing a black spider uniform?"

I raised my head in a daze and looked at the two of them.

But these two people, especially Deadpool, seem to have not seen me.

"Oh~ not bad! This sounds like a wonderful story, you have to write it down quickly." Deadpool put his head on Peralta's shoulder gossipingly.

The Peralta police officer glanced at the contents of his little notebook and raised his chin triumphantly.

Then he remembered my existence, looked at me and asked, "Is that so, Spider-Man?"

Deadpool looked at me and nodded desperately at me.

"I..." Looking at the two people in front of me, I opened my mouth and didn't answer right away, but hesitated.

Realizing my hesitation, Deadpool stared wide-eyed and shook his head desperately at me in horror.

But I let out a long breath, and the guilt in my heart finally prompted me to tell the truth, "Actually, all of this is..."

"Yes." Deadpool suddenly interrupted me, leaned into Peralta's ear and said with a drawn out tone, "I did something special~bad, take me to prison quickly...I really hope I can still keep my chrysanthemum there."

Peralta rolled his eyes, wondering if he could hear the incongruity in Deadpool's words, "I've known for a long time that you, a tights lover, are a fetish/pedophile! There are such mutants in the prison A human collar, if you think it through, come with me."

Deadpool immediately said cheerfully, "Okay, okay~ Anyway, I'm not a mutant..."

"Wait!" All this happened a little quickly, but when I heard that Deadpool might go to jail, I immediately came back to my senses.

I don't want Deadpool going to jail.After all, after all... Obviously I did all these things, he is innocent.

My heart was beating so fast, except for cheating on Aunt May and my friends about Spiderman - that's just not wanting them to worry or get hurt, I rarely cheat because my uncle and aunt grew up Just tell me that lying is a very, very bad thing.

but……

"That person...that person is not me, and Deadpool just wants to stop him. But I have already solved this problem, and I don't think he will ever show up." I stared nervously at Detective Peralta Stuttering, but... that's also true in a way, right?

Seeing him nodding his head noncommittally, I quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, Peralta raised his head and looked at Deadpool maliciously, "I'm sorry, Mr. Waiter. It seems that you should be innocent, but since I checked the police system after I met you last time, I learned that you have The escape record, and the loss caused by the damage to public property this time, I estimate that you will need to pay a large fee before you can be released on bail."

"A lot of money?" Deadpool widened his eyes in panic, "How much does it cost?"

"I don't know." Peralta stuffed the small book into his breast pocket, and then blinked at Deadpool, "But I guess it should be quite a lot~"

I frowned in annoyance... So why did I help Deadpool escape from prison at that time?After all, it seems like this is still my fault?

"That's still... I'll pay it..." I raised my hand tremblingly, "You can send the bill to S.H.I.E.L.D., and I will find a way to pay it off."

Peralta suddenly showed a very strange expression, his jaw trembled, and he couldn't help but took two steps back when he saw the two of us.

He hugged his chest, and looked at Deadpool with this indescribable expression, "Hey! I know you love/children, but I didn't expect you to love boys/children!"

Peralta looked at me with a disappointed face, "I didn't expect that, Spider-Man...how could you be fooled by this pervert in tights?"

"Hey!" Deadpool yelled dissatisfied, "You are slandering!"

"The little spider obviously wears tights, why do you just call me a pervert? I'm really fed up with you double-standard New Yorkers!"

Even so, we went to the police station to go through the procedure.

This was really my first time riding a police car, and it was quite an unforgettable experience.

Then the police officer in charge of the bail business said that due to our special status, they only need my signature for the fee, and then they will negotiate with the disaster control team affiliated to S.H.I.E.L.D. and Stark Industries.

I just breathed a sigh of relief.

"But the last time Mr. Deadpool escaped from prison, he still needs to pay a fine of [-] US dollars, which can only be paid by himself and his client."

I looked at Deadpool not far away, who was talking excitedly to himself while visiting the cell, and he didn't realize the problem at all, and his hands touched the tights on his body for a long time.

Apparently, I don't have a dime on me in tights.Even if I count my pocket money this month, and the dividends from YouTube videos before—but recently I haven’t uploaded for a long time because I’m busy, I don’t think my deposit exceeds [-] US dollars.

How... have I become so poor again.

"Hey! Did I hear $[-]?" Deadpool shouted while holding the railing with his hands not far away, and stuffed his head between the railings.

But no one answered his question.

"Then can I get out of prison after paying fifty thousand dollars?" Deadpool shook the iron bars of the prison, and there was a slight shaking sound from the bars.

"No, the judge needs to further judge your punishment, but you are still very likely to face rape." This time, the policeman at the bail office finally answered his question impatiently.

"Um...that's really bad enough, you bad guys don't want to touch my brother's hard-earned money." Deadpool said disgustedly, "Since I will never be a superhero with integrity like Little Spider, I’m already thinking, is it time to do—a second escape? A Shawshank-style escape or a Prison Break?”

"Oh—no, no need. I'm not a hero, but I'm super. I can break this wall myself, as you all know, I can break many different walls~"

Deadpool said a lot, so much that I couldn't understand him all at once.

I didn't realize it until he ran back and broke through the wall again to escape from the prison.

I ran out of the police station, and immediately launched spider silk to chase him in the direction he left, "Hey, Deadpool!"

He stopped, but just stood where he was, without looking back at me.

It was easy for me to catch up with Deadpool, but the latter was more difficult.

I should apologize to him, but... what should I say?

Is a simple sorry enough?Apart from what I actually did to him, maybe my very existence was a burden to him—people either mistook him for me or compared the two of us.

"I think we need to talk." I lowered my eyes apologetically. "Deadpool, are you... mad at me?"

"..." He was silent for a while without speaking.

"Yes, I'm angry!" He turned around angrily, then snapped, lying on his side on the grass enchantingly, "I need you to kiss me to get up!"