"Even if you're busy, you still need to take care of yourself! That's advice from an old friend!" Deadpool waved vigorously at the car's taillights. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought they were incredibly close.
Deadpool's thinking had been changed as well, though unlike Wolverine, who had been forced into it, he had willingly accepted If Phone Booth's influence. It had nothing to do with his daughter's wish or everyone's hopes. He had simply had a sudden whim, thinking that changing himself like this would be cool and would really surprise people.
Seeing the astonishment in others' eyes was enough to satisfy him.
"Citizens of New York! Today is another wonderful day! I'm your friendly neighborhood Spid—no! Your friendly neighborhood Deadpool! If you've got any trouble, come find me! Uncle Deadpool will help you!" He laughed heartily and swung between the skyscrapers, imitating Spider-Man.
Without web-shooters, Deadpool had stolen two grappling guns from S.H.I.E.L.D.
With a pop, he fired one and swung upward like he was on a swing set. Then he found his next target and fired again!
The thing looked pretty good, but it was extremely troublesome in actual use. It was fine for occasional use, but relying on it for high-speed, long-distance movement was difficult.
Some buildings had no outward protrusions for the grappling hook to catch. He could only forcibly make a hole and use that as an anchor point.
Whose walls would let someone just punch holes into them? A grappling gun wasn't a power drill. The impact force of this handheld device was limited. It could barely smash glass, but making a hole in something sturdy was just a dream.
He had already swung out from one side, only for the hook on the other side to fail to catch...
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