"Honestly, you annoying mercenaries are everywhere. Hurry up and tell me what intel you need. Once I give it to you, I'm off work."
Natasha approached with a catlike gait, looking thoroughly impatient. Yet with her arms folded, the fingers of one hand tapped rhythmically against her other elbow, secretly conveying a message completely different from her words.
It seemed there were not only sensors on the rooftop, but listening devices as well. This was not a place to talk.
Su Ming nodded. "Like we heard earlier, we need Santa Claus's home address. Nothing else."
"Wait here. Don't go downstairs." Natasha pressed her earpiece and said something, then turned and left as well.
"Should we head down?" Wade asked as he shoved his dislocated arm back into its shoulder socket. Even through his mask, that obnoxious expression was obvious.
Before Su Ming could answer, Spider-Man grabbed his clothes. "Do you think this is some winter-break field trip? We're pressed for time, and I don't think S.H.I.E.L.D. welcomes troublemakers like you. Just like how most museums have banned you from entering."
"That's because you don't know how many beautiful single mothers there are in museums." Deadpool's eyes curved into crescents on his mask.
"Eugh! Gross! Do you know how irresponsible that is?"
Spider-Man shot him a disgusted glare and deliberately moved away from Deadpool. Even though Wade did not smell strange today, he still gave off an unclean feeling.
If fallen devils really existed, they were probably black and red.
"Can responsibility be eaten? Life is only fun when you do whatever you want. Why are you so serious? Hehehe."
Deadpool leaped beside Peter, waggled his brows, and poked Peter under the arm, trying to make him laugh.
But before he expected it, Cousin punched him on the top of the