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Part.3.

―Your soul is haunting me and telling me. That everything is fine.―

One week ago.

"Hey wait!Little hero?" Peter paused, turning back, letting the wind blow down his ridiculous hood, he knew that it would be easy for Deadpool to catch up with him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But what he didn't expect was that Deadpool didn't know how to deal with him like this.

Such a Spiderman,

Such Peter Parker.

Peter's bluffing black and blue under his eyes, his face and body, which were originally as perfect as Roman sculptures, have been thinned a lot along with his body under ordinary attire, and his shriveled lips are pursed awkwardly, I really don't know how to blend into this mixed nightclub crowd.

"Yooo won't hurt people if you don't see each other for a few days, although you are very cute when you are quiet, but I want the [url]http:// noisy[/url] version"

Peter[url]http:// rolled up his sleeves, and the ill-fitting elastic band created longitudinal red marks on the skin, and what was even more remarkable was the tiny pinholes covered by the red marks.

Deadpool likes to teleport, and no matter how much Peter hates it, he still uses his abilities as he always wants, just like now he's nervously pushing an unsuspecting or unsuspecting spider. Watch him fall decadently on the moldy old newspaper in the corner.

Peter wasn't angry, a fall was nothing to a battle-hardened superhero, but he didn't want to get up either, grabbed the blue-brown paper under his hand, glanced at the fake newspaper headlines that JJJ had simulated himself, sighed and lay motionless, he began to like to look at the white rectangular sky of New York in the narrow alley without looking up.

"Now please explain the doubts here, my big hero. Deadpool gruffly grabbed the pinhole arm and embellished it with a soft kiss. The temperature on the skin is cold and bone-chilling. The slender fingers seemed to be pricked by the spikes of roses, which caused a leukemia infection.

He said "please", which is polite enough, isn't it? compared to a mercenary who doesn't know what patience is.

"Morphine. Peter frowned, like a wounded [url] http:// Bambi[/url], afraid of contact with outsiders, and would just hide in the dark and lick his wounds," Flash gave me morphine. Maybe he stole it from the hospital. ”

Deadpool didn't say anything, which of course didn't fit his usual style.

"So, what is it about our heroes that have fallen so far that they can't help themselves?" Deadpool began to grow from a dragonfly to an insignificant licking and gnawing, and he wanted to leave an indelible mark on this pure whiteness.

Every inch of Peter's hairs would begin to tremble, and he wanted to withdraw his hand in horror, he rejected it all, he wanted to scream and push the man in front of him hard. But his throat was like cotton wool soaked in salt water, and when he opened his mouth, he was only full of saltiness and sourness:

“She is... dead.*Cause.”

The hollow sound is as choppy as a failed pixel game, and Deadpool forcibly lifts Peter's bangs that he hasn't taken care of for a long time and obscures his eyes, forcing the other to make contact with his gaze.

God used scarlet coloring dots on Peter's eyes, and stayed up all night covered with red threads covering the whites of his eyes, like a vampire who had lost his moisture, and was only a thin line away from dehydrating into a dried corpse. The amber pupils were deprived of sunlight and were as dull as a mire of pitch black.

"Because of Me!!!I couldn't save her!" was so angry that he almost collapsed, and he bit the letter "m" hard before he dared to spit it out, suppressing the idea of despair crying.

He didn't cry. Because the tears have dried.

"That's why? The tragic death of your ex-girlfriend shattered your proudest confidence?"

"That's right, you're satisfied! Our relationship isn't good enough for you to dictate my life!"

Deadpool, feeling an inexplicable rush of anger ignite in his heart, tugged at Peter's collar and slammed it into the uneven, broken wall.

The drunk man who staggered out of the back door of the nightclub hugged the stripper affectionately, but when he saw this scene, he only whistled, and walked away in the opposite direction and chose to avoid it.

Deadpool tucked Peter's arm high above his head with one hand, ignoring the fluttering of his feet in the air, and lifted his stupid coat, cold gloves and finger pressure covering his slightly hot skin.

You can't feel the trembling of your sensitive body under your shirt, and the narcotic power of morphine may have turned off the touch.

The fair-skinned collarbone has kiss marks that don't belong to her, and perhaps some bandeau girl kindly gave the perfect black-and-white sketch a little color here, but she didn't see the original author's signature.

"Damn!" he didn't know why he was angry, after all, they were just **, using sex to maintain everything.

Deadpool punched Peter in the lower abdomen, watching the other man snort in pain and faint, teleporting to the rooftop where they often gathered, and lifting his body to wake up towards the half-open lid of the water tank-

Threw it down.

“Wade...“

“I *m here. Stweetheart.”

The corners of Peter's mouth turned up into a reassuring smile, and the anxious frown between his eyebrows finally disappeared a little. Wade is a different being to him.

Distinct.

"Ka-ca!" the glittering blades rubbing against each other to make the classic sound of the squad leader scratching the blackboard with his fingernails, which is the perfect piece of music for criminals to use at funerals.

In Spiderman's absence, there must be someone to stand up for justice. After all, there won't be another friendly neighbor in the sky over New York who is full of spit skills.

Deadpool jumped out of the window and ran towards the city center.

Peter on the bed opened his eyes as if he had never fallen asleep, grabbed the dusty red mask under the bed, clenched it tightly in his hands, and the crisscrossing cobwebs became rusty and lifeless.

Part.1.

―No one compares to you. I*m scared that you won*t be waiting on the other side.―

"You are consciousness, I am being, and you determine my life. ”

"You know what? When I have insomnia, my mind is full of your cuteness!

"If one day you were framed in jail by JJJ, I believe we would be the best roommates. ”

"For ten years I have been running madly all over New York with disgust, hatred, and anger, and now I am going to revisit the old land without sickness and with a new look, and walk with me as a consolation with a true angel.* Will you be the angel of my life? ”

"No no no!" Deadpool put his bloodied little finger against the forehead of an innocent passerby, drawing an ugly grimace, "He's my heart, even if you trade for a birthday cake with dark chocolate and three layers of tiramisu and matcha shortbread. ”