As the two cars drove side by side, Peter saw a man in yellow-and-black armor sitting in the driver's seat across from him. He looked vaguely familiar, like Deadpool's cousin or something.
Peter greeted him, and to his surprise, the other man actually responded, though his tone was somewhat helpless.
"Good evening, Spider-Boy. Tell your companions to stop messaging me. I don't need that many greetings!"
The man's voice sounded far older than Deadpool's. Their age gap seemed considerable. Peter was just about to ask when Deadpool let out a scream.
"No! Cousin! I need to keep my arms and legs intact so Disney can make my action figures! I didn't mean to leak your contact information!"
Peter opened Spider APP and discovered that the group had already discussed it once. Deadpool had taken advantage of his friendship with Spider-Man to browse the Spider APP forums whenever he had nothing better to do. That day, he had posted a photo of himself with Deathstroke, captioned: "A slaughtering spree with my cousin, smashing dog heads and spraying blood everywhere."
Deathstroke's business card had been sitting on the bar behind them, and Deadpool had forgotten to censor it. As a result, a whole bunch of Spider-Men had deciphered Deathstroke's contact information.
The Spider-Men had no idea what Deathstroke did. They had only heard that he was Wade's cousin, so they kept sending him greeting texts.
It would have been one thing if they had any actual business, but they did not. Most of the messages went something like, "Good morning, Wade's cousin! I'm Spider-Man, Wade's best friend. Come hang out sometime!"
To make matters worse, Nick often dragged these Spider-Men off to Battleworld for work, where they could send cross-universe emails. Before long, Deathstroke's inbox was flooded with spam, and he could