[Comprehensive] Little Spider's troubles about flat chest

It's been days since Deadpool left, and I've been working at the restaurant in Williamsburg for days.

Of course I didn't forget the most important thing in my day.

Before I go to school for breakfast, I'll take a spin through the streets of New York in my spider costume.

The same is true before working, and I will go to watch it again in the evening and early in the morning after get off work.

New York is so safe, so safe that I even wonder.

But I was just wondering, I didn't notice anything wrong, and even felt a little happy.

until now-

I threaded my way through Brooklyn.

"Hey! Spider-Man! Wait... stop!" I heard a familiar voice calling out to me.

I immediately swayed in front of him following the sound, and when I saw who he was, I jumped and almost sat on the ground.

"Hi, Spider-Man! I'm Detective Peralta of the 99th Precinct in Brooklyn. We met last time." He said as he trotted up to me with a serious expression on his face.

Nodded, of course I remember, except that when I kidnapped Play, I exposed my real identity in front of him, and when I beat up Deadpool and someone called the police, it was also Detective Peralta①.

I deliberately lowered my voice, in case he heard something, "May I ask what you want?"

Peralta took a deep breath, completely different from the smiling man he had seen before, "Do you know the recent superhero killings?"

"...What?" I was stunned, and looked at him in surprise, "What happened to the murder of a superhero?"

"Let's talk as we walk." His footsteps were a little hurried, and I followed him, "Well, just a few days ago, Matt Murdoch, who lives in the Hell's Kitchen area of ​​Manhattan, was found murdered in his apartment. died, and Manhattan police identified him as Daredevil after an on-site investigation."

I was taken aback, and asked in disbelief, "Daredevil is dead?"

Peralta did not answer, but continued, "The situation in Westchester is even more serious. It is said that several mutants have been killed, and once it involves superheroes, it is beyond our ordinary police department's ability to solve. So the police in Manhattan immediately reported the incident to S.H.I.E.L.D. and the X-Men."

"But I've never heard of it from S.H.I.E.L.D.—" Wait!My words stopped immediately. Deadpool told me that S.H.I.E.L.D. had issued a mission for him!

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is solely responsible for this matter. I heard that they sent a few mutants to investigate with Hawkeye."

Hawkeye?Mutant?Deadpool has always emphasized that he is not a mutant before, so didn't SHIELD hire him to investigate this matter?And Hawkeye... I haven't seen Hawkeye lately, and he doesn't train us much.

"Here we are." He sighed deeply, and I stopped, only to find a number of police cars parked there and yellow warning strips stretched layer upon layer.

I suddenly had a bad feeling.

Following Detective Peralta, I bent down, and I walked into the residential building where the warning strip was pulled. A bloody smell came to my nostrils, which made me suddenly feel sick.

My heart was beating fast because of panic, and I followed him into the empty room around the corner.

Blood and chaos intertwined, I couldn't help covering my mouth and took a few steps back in a panic when I saw this scene.

Hawkeye lay dead in a pool of black blood that had dried up. I knew everyone else. The X-Men's Thunderbird, Quicksilver, and Blink... none survived.

It seems unbelievable that four superheroes with extraordinary abilities died in a residential building in Brooklyn.

But that's what happened.

And I heard from Detective Peralta that it was a few days ago, which made my long-term patrol and self-imposed security a joke.

I stared blankly at my former teacher who trained me, and the other three from the X-Men, especially Quicksilver and I, who have also met several times and found that we have a good chat.

So I can't believe that they're lying on the cold floor right now, motionless and not breathing.

— Just like Uncle Ben at that time.

It's just that I always thought that after experiencing so many things and facing so many powerful villains, they will live until they retire or even grow old naturally.

The way they fell to the ground was reflected in my eyes... I couldn't get back to my senses all of a sudden.

"The murderer used a 9mm caliber Browning automatic hand gun. The victim had a knife wound. The specific type of knife needs to be identified by forensic anatomy." Detective Peralta looked at me meaningfully.

"Spider-Man, have you seen Deadpool recently?"

I looked up at him in disbelief, "What do you mean?"

Seeing his still serious expression, I reacted, "Are you suspecting that Deadpool is the murderer?!"

"It's impossible!" I emphasized loudly, "Deadpool may have hurt some bad guys when he was a mercenary in the past, but he has become better now."

Thinking of the purpose of Deadpool's departure, I immediately added, "SHIELD hired him to do the mission!"

Peralta took out his notebook and jotted down something noncommittally.

"Thank you for your cooperation. We already have detectives going to S.H.I.E.L.D. to find out the situation, and we are still in urgent contact with Quantico's Behavior Analysis Department. I personally suggest you be careful."

"Whoever it is, he's targeting... superheroes like you. New York can't afford to lose you again."

I gasped heavily, not daring to think who would do that.

Looking up at Peralta's gloomy expression, I immediately turned around and shot a spider web at the tall building, "I'm going to S.H.I.E.L.D."

I was moving at high speed in the streets of New York, and fell in front of the S.H.I.E.L.D. building due to inertia.

But I couldn't control it so much, I walked into the building quickly, and I felt more flustered when I saw all the staff coming and going with frosty faces.

"I want to see Commissioner Coulson!" I said to the receptionist.

She was on the phone and took a quick look at me, "Sorry, Director Coulson is in a meeting with the Avengers right now, and he won't answer the phone, and he doesn't have time to see you."

"But maybe I can help!" I said anxiously, lying on the front desk.

She shook her head at me, then went on to dial the phone.

I don't give up.

Walking out of S.H.I.E.L.D., I glanced left and right, then immediately came to the outside of the building and climbed directly onto the wall of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Director Coulson's office is on the top floor. I half climbed and half used spider silk, so I just went straight to the floor-to-ceiling glass on the top floor.

I opened the window of the chief's office, and his office was empty.

The phone kept ringing, and I crept in on tiptoe.

My feet were on the ground and I was about to continue walking, but the stickiness of the carpet made me lower my head.

...It was blood, and it was still blood.

The dark red blood spread out, and I walked forward along the track of the blood, but the blood was cut off at the elevator entrance, and the people who were supposed to stay in the office disappeared like this.

The phone rang tirelessly, and I silently walked back to his office to answer it.

"I think you need to have someone come up and see what's going on," I said to the receptionist on the phone.

After leaving S.H.I.E.L.D. in a daze, I suddenly felt at a loss.

After checking the records, it was found that among the people Director Coulson had met the last few times, apart from the Avengers and a few internal agents, the only one was Deadpool.

But... how could this be Deadpool's doing?

I do not believe.

He has no enmity with Hawkeye, and he has a good relationship with the X-Men - although he thinks it is, and Director Coulson...

How could Deadpool kill them?So this is just... ridiculous.

But anyway, someone is killing superheroes, there's no doubt about it, and I need to find out who's the culprit.

So I went to the crime scene that Detective Peralta had taken me to earlier.

Staying on the roof of the crime scene building, I saw several police SUVs parked slowly downstairs.

A group of people walked out of the residential building, and the police chief of New York City—that is, Gwen's father, Commissioner Stacey was shaking hands with the man in the neat suit who was the leader of the group.

Then they got into the car together and drove away.

—These seem to be experts sent by the police.

So I followed them immediately, and followed them to the New York City Police Department.

They appear to be analyzing the merits of the case.

I was lying on the edge of the blind area of ​​the window, listening to the sound, which was vague and unclear.

"Unsub is supposed to be a thirty to fifty year old Caucasian male armed with a 50mm...and...knife, the incisions he inflicts on mutant victims are well-groomed, no doubt professionally...had negative catharsis mood."

"He used the Hand Barn on the Avengers victim, and we believe he's more inclined to vent his anger on the victim."

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"Unsub's regular victims are those superheroes, especially the change... What's more, he has anti-social personality tendencies. He should have been stimulated to a certain extent and has a strong anger towards superheroes. We believe it is due to His... reason."

"His behavior was bold, random, and he didn't care that his whereabouts would be exposed, but this does not mean that he was not cautious, on the contrary he was quite planned."

"We think he has his own execution list in mind, he didn't hurt ordinary people, it is very likely that he thinks he is doing the right thing, he is carrying out the trial."

"He is dangerous, and there is reason to believe that crime will continue to expand and escalate, and right now, all superheroes are at risk."

Although I didn't hear many parts clearly at the beginning, the more I listened, the more shocked I became. No matter who this person is, even if I am sure that he did not do it, I have to admit that the results of the analysis can indeed be applied to On Deadpool.

After all, he also has some bad records, and people tend to be impressed by bad things.

But I just can't take it anymore, and I don't want to listen to it anymore.

I went back to the house where I lived with Deadpool, stood in the middle of the empty living room, and the long nothingness hit me, and I couldn't help but think about it.

So who would do this, and who has the ability to do it?

The culprit needs to know enough about the victimized superhero to target its weaknesses one by one.

Those super villains can't do this, the victims are all battle-hardened, and the villains will not push them to this point.

Who the hell is that?I really can't think of anyone who did something like this!

Could it be... is it really Deadpool?

In any case... I have to find him first and ask him clearly so that everyone can dispel their suspicions about him.

But where should I find him?

Thinking of this, I immediately took out my phone and called Deadpool.

"Beep beep——" Accompanied by the dial sound and the ringtone sounded as an echo, and it was getting closer and closer to me, I suddenly felt that something was wrong, so I hung up the phone immediately.

Deadpool is around the corner.

A few seconds later, the sound of his footsteps that I was familiar with gradually became louder and more urgent, and soon there was the sound of the door opening.

The door was opened, and I stood at the door and began to watch him cautiously.

Deadpool seemed to be the same as usual, except... except that he seemed relieved immediately after seeing me, and walked up to me quickly and said, "Honey...you are here! How did you fight?" Call me and hang up?"

I continued to look at him seriously, but he didn't seem to notice that something was wrong with me, but panted quickly and stretched out his hand to hug me hard immediately.

"Oh! Anyway... let's get out of here!" He looked down at me.

"Why?" I felt his nervousness and haste, and couldn't help breaking away from his arms, recalling how they fell powerlessly on the ground, I pushed him away and took a step back, "Why do you want to run away...? Is it because you did something you shouldn't?"

"Huh? What?" He looked at me suspiciously, "What are you talking about?"

"I can't go." I looked at him angrily, "Do you know what happened now? You must know what happened!"

Deadpool didn't speak, just started looking at me silently.

I continued to step back to the window, looking at him with some disappointment, "You actually want to escape here at this time? I thought you were getting better, Deadpool. But now I have to wonder if you know something, He hid something from me again."

I closed my eyes gently, and opened them again.

"No." He probably understood what I meant, and looked at me with some despair, "That guy got the golden finger of the editor and author, he can do anything he wants, and never leave, you really will dead."

I frowned again in doubt, and then looked at him calmly, "I don't understand what you're talking about, but I know I should investigate the truth... Do you know? Now almost everyone thinks you killed him Dead to those superheroes!"

"I don't care what other people think, as long as you believe that I didn't kill people. You believe me, don't you?" He approached me and took my hand.

"I believe in you." I first looked down at his hand, and then at him, "but I want to find out the real culprit who killed my partner, friend and teacher, and let him get the punishment he deserves. Instead of running away like this!"

I broke free from Deadpool, and while he wasn't paying attention, I immediately opened the window and jumped down.

I fell quickly, feeling the wind whistling in my ears.

"boom--"

At the same time, something sounded into my ears, so soft that I hardly noticed that it was the muffled sound of a wooden barn.

"Petra——!!" In contrast, Deadpool's voice was so loud that it was not so real, and it drifted away further and further away.

As I was about to land, my hairs suddenly stood up, and goosebumps stood up all over my body.

—someone wants to hurt me.

I tried to shoot spider silk at the building not far ahead to change my trajectory.

But it all happened so fast, and suddenly I felt a pain rush through my heart, and I lost control of my body while still in mid-air.

The last image in my eyes remained on the flat concrete floor, and my consciousness gradually became pitch black.

Could it be that... am I dead?