Deadpool made his way to Peter's house with practiced ease. His aunt had probably gone out to work. He texted Little Bug, but got no reply.
But that was no obstacle for Deadpool. He pulled out a lockpick from his pocket and opened Little Bug's front door on the spot.
Suppressing a laugh, he passed through the first-floor living room, climbed the creaky stairs to the second floor, and carefully pushed open Peter's bedroom door.
Peter was still sleeping soundly. Whatever he was dreaming about, the boy wore a shy smile, and there was a little bulge beneath his blanket.
Deadpool's eyes shifted as a plan came to him.
Looking at Peter's little face beneath the covers, then at the teenage boy's messy room, Wade lifted half his mask and breathed deeply toward the sleeping boy.
"Ha~~~"
"Cough, cough!"
Peter Parker immediately began coughing violently in his sleep. His blissful smile turned to terror. His dream must have become horrifying in an instant, and he even choked hard enough for tears to spill out.
The little bulge beneath the blanket immediately deflated.
"Heh-heh-cough, big brother, wake up already, or I'm going to do naughty things to you."
With an evil chuckle, Deadpool leaned close to Peter's ear and pinched his throat as he imitated Cousin's demon voice, distorted through a voice changer.
"NO!!!"
Peter bolted upright in his sleep, gasping violently like a drowning man finally reaching shore. Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, and the T-shirt he wore as pajamas was instantly soaked through.
If he had not remembered in his dream that he was Spider-Man, he might have wet the bed.
He had been having a wonderful dream. He and his girlfriends had gone to the Amusement Park, enjoyed all kinds of attractions, and spent a delightful day