"Ah! For the sake of us both being Earthlings, cut your brother some slack!"
Peter was trapped in the chair, his two short little legs not even reaching the floor. All he could do was let Daisy knead and rub him around while barely managing to beg for mercy.
Seeing how miserably he was crying out, Daisy hesitated a little. After all, a child his age on Earth would have only just started middle school.
"Keep going. Don't stop. He's taking advantage of you," Deathstroke's voice came from behind her.
"Hm?"
Thor hadn't noticed how she had been taken advantage of.
Peter seized the brief respite amid the storm of attacks and defended himself. "I didn't look at her chest, and I didn't look at her butt or legs. Marauders don't touch the Captain's women."
Thor blushed a little. The Captain's woman?
If it was billionaire Mr. Wilson, it wasn't entirely impossible to consider. After all, he was immortal, so age wasn't an issue. He was rather handsome too, and he had considerable standing among Superheroes.
"I'm nearly a hundred years old. You're calling me brother, so wouldn't that mean First Mate Daisy has to call you Grandpa? And you still dare say you're not taking advantage of her?"
But Deathstroke spoke again at that moment, getting straight to the heart of the issue.
The spaceship passed a snow-covered polar planet. Its bleak white glare shone through the porthole into the cockpit, and Peter shuddered as though he could feel the cold.
He slowly raised his seemingly rusted neck and looked at Daisy, who was glaring at him while cracking her knuckles. Then he forced out a smile.
"Big sis, can't we keep our generations separate?"
"Daisy, this brat was peeping at you with those thieving eyes, taking advantage of