[Comprehensive] Little Spider's troubles about flat chest

[1]

Everyone is telling me that the person who did this is Deadpool, and he has committed a heinous crime.

The police and all the superheroes are after him too, but no one knows where he went.

And some of my friends died in that massacre, and I felt heartbroken and wanted to grab Deadpool and ask him why he did this.

After all, they will never come back.

But life has to go on like this, and I still have responsibilities that must be borne by me.

All I can do is improve myself and protect the people I should protect.

Lying in bed in a daze, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

I immediately sat up from the bed and looked around my room, no one was there.

He glanced out the window again, but still saw nothing.

...Maybe I'm thinking too much.

I lay back on the bed again, but I was more and more puzzled about one thing.

Why do I lose my memory about the culprit?

No matter how you think about it, it will feel weird!

But not only the doctors couldn't answer, even other people kept silent to me.

I rolled over and buried my head in the pillow, feeling unnaturally annoyed.

"Dong dong dong—" There was a knock on the door, and it was Aunt Mei who was outside, "Can I come in?"

I didn't even raise my head, and continued to bury my head on the pillow, and let out a muffled "um—"

Hearing that Aunt Mei opened the door, she paused and then walked towards me.

Noticing that Aunt Mei hadn't spoken for a long time, when I was about to stand up and look up at her, Aunt Mei suddenly slapped my butt hard, "You little slob!"

Aunt May yelled at me.

I was so scared that I immediately jumped up from the bed, feeling very wronged, "What's the matter? Can't I take a rest this weekend?"

After hearing what I said, Aunt Mei couldn't help but rolled her eyes, "Didn't you take back the luggage you put in the house you rented before? And don't cancel the rent... You are really wasting money like this."

I looked at her a little guilty.

"Do you find it troublesome?" Aunt Mei asked, "But you need all these things!"

"..." I scratched my hair silently.

"Oh... I see." Aunt Mei raised her face seriously.

"Know what?" I was a little panicked, afraid that Aunt Mei knew something that I didn't know myself.

"Are you lazy and want me to get it?"

"Ahem——" I couldn't help coughing, feeling like I was about to be scared to death.But when I heard what Aunt Mei said, I nodded immediately and asked tentatively, "Yes! Do you remember how to get there?"

"Of course I remember!" She was a little dissatisfied with my words, "But these are all your things, you have to go with me!"

When I heard the first half of the sentence, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "No problem."

……

Aunt May parked the car in a place in Brooklyn that I was very unfamiliar with, and I was a little nervous about the key that suddenly appeared in my hand.

"Aunt Mei, I'll just go up and get my things. Just wait for me in the car." After I finished speaking, I ran into the building.

As soon as I stepped into the elevator, I pressed the floor.

When I came to the door, I slowly inserted the key into the keyhole. After turning it, the door opened quickly.

I walked into the room softly, and my intuition told me that there was no one in the room.

Continuing to walk in, I noticed that there were some leftover food packages piled up on the small coffee table in the living room. Among them, I could tell that it was my favorite sandwich, and there was another kind of package that seemed to be a burrito, which I didn’t like. eat this.

And it seems that it has been left for a while. Although it is almost autumn now, the smell is still coming out.

I turned my attention to the sofa behind the coffee table, and there was a pink rainbow pony lying crookedly on it in the corner, and I don't know who threw it aside casually.

This made me take a few steps back and walked towards the TV in front of the sofa.

The cabinet under the TV started to open, with an empty DVD case still on top.

I squatted down and glanced at the name on the box. It was the movie "Fifty First Dates" starring Adam Sandler. I watched it a few years ago. It seemed that the heroine of the story suffered from short-term memory loss. Love at first sight, but every second day, the heroine forgets him.

Fortunately, I remember this is a HappyEnding.

I pressed the button of the DVD player curiously, and the disc popped out.

But when I saw the disc, I frowned suspiciously.

The words on the disc were not "Fifty First Dates", but... "The Watcher".

This is really strange.

I stood up from the cabinet, looked at the strange but familiar living room again, a strange feeling slowly climbed up my body.

Why am I losing my memory of living here?

Is this also about Deadpool?

Then, I sighed helplessly, so what can I do?

What should not be remembered is still not remembered.

No, wait - Deadpool is still missing.

Maybe I should try to find him and find out.

[2]

Looking out of the car window with his chin propped up, New York at this time is no different from New York at other times.

But I felt like I was sick, and today I heard Deadpool's name again from a passer-by.

People still haven't gotten out of the pain, complaining everywhere about why Deadpool hasn't been arrested today, and complaining about the inefficiency of the government and the Superhero organization.

I also want to know why, but I don't even know who he is.

So I took out my phone and quickly typed a string of letters into Google.

Deadpool.

A large number of related pictures jumped out, most of which were examples of superhero victimization incidents reported during this period, and my breathing stopped.

He was wearing a red and black uniform, tall and straight, and the long knife in his hand was dripping with blood.

—I dreamed of him in my dreams!

[3]

So the time passed, and I was still working at a restaurant in Brooklyn while reading.

But I still don't remember why I came here to work, I just remember the fact that I worked here, I also remember Max and Caroline, and I even vaguely remember that Harry came here once on a rainy day.

The people in this restaurant are very nice, but I don't know why they always like to tell me those colored jokes, even Max and Caroline keep looking at me with a sympathetic expression.

Max also asked if I had broken up with my boyfriend.

I didn't answer her, because I don't think I even have a boyfriend. Where did I break up with my boyfriend?

But they don't seem to think so, they seem to acquiesce that I broke up with my boyfriend.

If the explanation is not clear, I will not explain it at all.

However, the sense of disobedience in my heart became more and more serious.

Everyone said that Deadpool hurt me and others, because I used to have a good relationship with Deadpool, so I lost my memory related to Deadpool because of the disappointment in my heart.

But...it doesn't make sense.

I have lost too many memories, and if these memories are all related to Deadpool, then my relationship with Deadpool can never be described as good.If these memories have nothing to do with Deadpool, why haven't I forgotten the others?

I've got to at least try to find him and figure this all out.

[4]

Remember when I complained in the very beginning why no one found out that Spider-Man was a woman?

My figure finally seems to be sluggishly starting to continue to develop, and fat is starting to build up on my body where it should be.

Of course, I didn't gain fat where I should be thin.

——The high-intensity study, part-time job and patrol every day made me think that I would never grow fat.

My boobs are finally big enough that even wearing tights won't flatten them.

On the Internet and even in the news media, whether Spider-Man has changed, or whether "he" is actually a "she" voice has begun to appear.

This matter was first discussed in one of my fan clubs. I don’t know which otaku discovered something wrong from clues, and began to express doubts about whether Spider-Man would be a woman.

Then this suspicion gradually expanded to something that almost everyone in the society was discussing.

I should have been happy.

But I didn't, and I don't care that much anymore.

[5]

I walk the Empire State campus with my head down.

A shadow blocked the light in front of me, and I looked up suspiciously.

It's Flash Thompson.Why is he here?

I looked at him suspiciously, but I still said hello, "Long time no see, Fresh."

Fresh looked at me in a daze, "Long time no see, Petra."

……

We arrived at a café in relative silence.

After all, we haven't seen each other for a long time, and now we are both juniors and seniors, and the last time we spoke was when we were freshmen.

"Petra." Fleish was the first to break the silence.

I stopped stirring the coffee and looked up at him, "What's wrong?"

"I..." He took a deep breath, "I'm going to join the army."

join the army?I looked at him in surprise, "Why do you suddenly want to join the army?"

Flesh stared at me firmly. "I just want to do something that is within the reach of a normal human being."

"What?" I was even more puzzled. Flesh's football has been playing very well. I thought he would become a football star in the Super Bowl or something like that?

"—Are you Spider-Man, Petra?" He looked at me and said suddenly, although it was a question, but his face was full of certainty.

My heart was beating like a drum, but I pretended to look normal, "What are you talking about?"

Fresh held out his hand to me, but quickly pulled it back, as if to touch my long-grown hair.

"I see, Spider-Man. Spider-Man reminded me not to bully you when I graduated from high school, not because you knew each other, but because...you are Spider-Man, right?"

I looked at him and said nothing.

"I won't say it, Petra...I mean, what I want to say is that I am an ordinary person compared to you. I don't have your talents to fight against those super villains."

"But there is something I can do. I can go to the military."

Hmmm...although I don't quite understand his logic, I'm relieved that Flesh said he wouldn't say it.

And I didn't admit it.

Sunlight streaming through the glass shop windows on Fresh's blond hair softened his face.

"Can I kiss you when I come back from the army?"

[6]

Today marks the two-year anniversary of the killing of superheroes.

Mourning events were held in various places.

They all said Deadpool was the culprit and hurt me.

But he has not been arrested so far.

Hmm...Speaking of which, I still don't know what Deadpool looks like.

So I immediately took out my phone and started Google Deadpool.

A large number of related pictures jumped out, most of them were examples of reports of superhero victims some time ago, and my breathing also stagnated.

He was wearing a red and black uniform, tall and straight, and the long knife in his hand was dripping with blood.

... I did see him somewhere.

But I really can't remember.

But now that I know what he looks like, it will be easier.

I had to find a way to find him and hold him accountable for what he did.

[7]

When I heard the news of Fleish again, I heard that he had returned from the war, but at the same time he was seriously injured and had both legs amputated.

Anyway, as an old classmate, I rushed to the hospital immediately.

When I came to the ward, I saw that Fleisch was unshaven and looked very embarrassed.

He was comatose on the bed with no signs of waking up, and I felt a little sad.

[8]

Recently there was a man called Agent Venom who was active in New York.

I didn't care much about it at first. After all, having one more superhero is more protection for New York.

But when I saw Agent Venom's uniform on one of my patrols, I was completely taken aback.

Why does this uniform look so much like the uniform I wore when I was parasitized by the black matter at that time-wait!He also sprays spider silk? !

I immediately followed Agent Venom, trying to figure out what was going on.

Could he have lost his mind like I did back then, and beat up—er, who?

"Wait!" I yelled at Agent Venom.

But who knew that when he heard my voice, Agent Venom stopped by himself.

He took off the hood.

A familiar face was naked/exposed in front of me, and the blond man smiled at me.

"—Flesh?!" I couldn't believe it, but when I sensed something was wrong, I immediately covered my mouth.

But it was too late, and Fleish Thompson was taken aback for a moment, and soon he came back to his senses, stretched out his hand and hugged me immediately.

My whole body froze, although I felt it was weird, but in the end I didn't struggle.

"Your legs..." I asked cautiously.

"It's Venom." Fleish looked at me and said, "The Venom Symbiote gave me my legs again."

As he spoke, he tentatively put his hand on my headgear, "Is it okay?"

I gave up on myself and nodded, since I was exposed anyway.

Fleish took off my headgear too.

At this moment, both of us revealed our identities to the other.

"I'm back from the battlefield... Now, can I kiss you?" He looked very happy, and I felt a little pain while hugging me hard.

Tall buildings, the breeze blew by, my long hair was blown by the wind, and Fleish's blue eyes looked so gentle, which is really strange-reminiscent of him still bullying me in high school.

But... now the atmosphere is just right.

I can tell he likes me, and I don't hate him either.

Not to mention he got his legs back, I'm really happy for him.

So I should have said yes.

But now I just hesitate to say No.

[9]

I have something to tell everyone.

The previous news said that someone seemed to have found Deadpool yesterday, in Queens, New York!

So angry!Why didn't I find him at all?

And when I went to the place where it was rumored that he appeared before, I couldn't find any trace.

Maybe he's starting to get more alert.

Damn.

Oh by the way, one more thing left unsaid is... well, I've been dating Flesh lately.

He stared at me very closely, especially after confirming that I was Spider-Man, I couldn't refuse.

But as we got to know each other better, I found that he was completely different from the jerk in high school.

Maybe boys have a period of jerk, but now he makes me think he is very considerate.

But—I always feel that something is wrong.

No no no, it's not his problem, he's fine.

But I can't get interested.

I tried many times to immerse myself in the days with him, and even Aunt May always winked at me and asked me when good things were coming, but I found that... I didn't seem to like him at all.

I feel uncomfortable every time I'm with Fresh.

But I don't know how to explain it to him at all.

Maybe I'm just a bad girl.

[10]

Fleish is not in New York recently, because his venom symbiote was selected to join the venom project after the military transformed it and confirmed it was harmless, so he had to follow the military's orders to do things.

I also feel a little sad that he is not in New York.

But strangely enough, deep down, I seem to feel more of a sigh of relief.

I came to the streets of London late at night alone.

Solitary, yet full of fun.

But suddenly, I saw a red figure appearing on the top of a certain high-rise building. When he saw me, he waved to me vigorously, as if he was afraid that I would not see him.

--Who is that?It feels suspicious!

Immediately I landed there and quickly approached him.

"Who are you?" I asked cautiously as his body was hidden in the darkness.

"..." He didn't speak.

But for some reason, my heart started beating fast.

The man slowly walked out of the darkness and came out of the light and shadow.

He was wearing a red and black leather uniform with two samurai swords on his back.He's still tall, and I'm 173, which is short for a superhero.And he, by visual inspection, is almost 1.9 meters tall.

"Who are you?" I suddenly felt that he was very familiar, very familiar, and familiar everywhere.

But sadly, I just can't remember where I've seen him.

"Hey, dear little spider, how are you doing now!" His brisk voice sounded, but I think he didn't seem so happy, "I guess if I don't show up again, you will be kidnapped by that impotent man La!"

"...What, what?" My voice suddenly became hoarse, "Who the hell are you?"

"Oh!" He looked a little annoyed, "I've been waiting for you for a long time this time and you didn't come to me, so I have to come to you."

"Hi, first time I meet, I'm Deadpool, and everyone else likes to call me DP, but you can also call me Wade...or dear."

-The end of the week-