“I didn’t say anything,” the man replied, confused. In fact he hadn’t done anything, having just arrived home to his apartment to find Wade spread on his bed, his mask rolled up to reveal his mouth, eating popcorn smothered in melted chocolate, while he searched through a laptop. Peter’s laptop.
Deadpool waved a hand. “That’s not important.”
“Better not have messed anything up,” Spidey muttered.
“You want to know what is important?” Wade looked at him innocently.
“That I’m exhausted and want to go to bed?”
“I said interesting.”
“No, you didn’t. And I’m exhausted and want to go to bed.”
“This is more important. Want to know what it is?”
Wade ignored him and turned the laptop towards him. “See?”
Peter leaned forward and read the screen. “Brazilian Wa