Peter flushed and he was glad that his mask hid his face. 'Yeah, well, don't tell me you don't get hard fighting sometimes, and fuck, have you seen your ass? All pert and tight, and gliding under that spandex-' Peter's eyebrow arched up in surprise, though Deadpool couldn't see it. 'When did.?' Peter knew he was going to regret hearing the answer-because seriously, Deadpool-but he couldn't stop himself. And the very obvious erection that he was sporting. 'What are you talking about.?' Peter started to say as he turned towards Deadpool.ĭeadpool nodded his head significantly down, indicating his lower body. 'Seriously, man, you can't just leave me like this.' 'That's not what I meant.' Deadpool called, the hint of desperation in his voice halting Peter's departure. He raised his arm and aimed, readying himself to swing away.
I have no interest in having to baby-sit you while I'm trying to work.' I suggest when it does dissolve, you take your trouble-making self out of my city. He answered dismissively, 'The webbing will dissolve in a few hours. Peter didn't bother turning around to look at where he had Deadpool up against the wall with his hands and feet bound with webbing. 'Hey, Spidey, you can't just leave me like this!'
