They're Back Again!

The motorcycle pack sped toward them.

The roar of engines rumbled through the air.

The ground shook as the sound drew closer.

It was like a herd of mammoths charging toward their blind dates, every single one of them desperately horny.

All three Peters' Spider-Senses went wild at once.

As if someone had suddenly shoved an alarm clock into their heads.

"They're back! They're back again!" Holland Spider bristled like a startled cat.

"What's back again?" Tony froze for a moment.

"Deadpool. I can smell other Deadpools again. Lots of Deadpools!" Wolverine looked toward the dust-covered horizon.

Deadpool's eyes widened. "When did you go from Wolverine to Golden Retriever? Come on, what does Deadpool even smell like?"

"Guys, you misunderstand me too deeply. I'm absolutely as fresh as a just-bathed avocado, without the slightest weird smell!"

He drew his sword and stepped in front of everyone. "This time, let me protect you from all the perverts and prove to you that Deadpool is absolutely the best person! Body and soul!"

"Those Deadpools are perverts, but aren't you Deadpool too?" Garfield Spider found that highly unconvincing.

Deadpool flourished his blade. "Then I'll tell them that Peter belongs to me alone!"

He faced the billowing dust ahead, swinging and shaking his sword. His back stood straight, like a hero prepared to die.

The Peters all stared blankly, their hearts suddenly wavering.

Until a hairless dog with its tongue lolling out ran ahead of the massive Deadpool group.

Every little Spider present found that dog incredibly familiar.

"Hey, doesn't that dog kind of look like what Deadpool looked like after he turned into a dog?" Garfield Spider voiced what all the little Spiders were thinking.

At the same time, he had voiced what Deadpool was thinking too.

With a clang.

The alloy katana