"NO, NO, NO! Stop the car! I quit! I'm done!"
Peter watched helplessly as Ruckus was knocked out in less than a second. Blood was still spurting from his wound when he fell off the car, filling Peter, an ordinary man, with unprecedented terror.
He scrambled to escape, even resorting to jumping straight off the roof of Du Mingde's taxi.
"Wait!! Peter! Where are you going?!"
Peter's willingness to jump out and batter himself black and blue left Deadpool deeply disappointed and speechless.
"I'm going home! Home to Mommy!"
Peter jumped off the car and, sure enough, ended up bleeding from the head and thoroughly dazed. Fortunately, Bennett, who had just pulled Ruckus back from the brink of death, came running up.
"Huff, huff... Mr. Peter, are you okay?"
"It's you, Bennett! Come help me up! God, I swear I'll never apply to some random online job ad again."
Peter grabbed Bennett, wailing and sobbing.
Bennett helped Peter up and brought him onto the green lawn beside the road. "You're hurt. Let me help you."
"God! Damn! I never thought Peter would be such a coward. And I actually had high hopes for him."
"Now it's all up to my sweet Invis-Man. Invis-Man? Invis-Man? Did you fall asleep?"
Deadpool craned his head up out of the car window, only to find that the floating backpack had vanished from the taxi's roof.
"Seriously? Does nobody keep their word anymore? What happened to trust between people? I don't fucking believe in love anymore!"
Wonderful. Apart from Domino, and excluding those who hadn't joined the operation or had been wounded in action, the two remaining members of Deadpool's original team had both fled.
"So, which of you is up next?"
Deadpool twisted around in the front passenger seat to ask the three men