The girls roughhoused for a while, pulling Silk and Little Bug apart before ganging up on Little Bug and scolding him.
Peter felt a little wronged. Whenever he came into contact with Silk, his mind went completely blank, and he genuinely could not remember what he had done.
But Aunt May had raised him, so he had long known that when a woman was angry, it was best to say nothing at all.
"Mr. Wilson."
He sheepishly avoided the girls and awkwardly walked over to greet Deathstroke.
"Heh heh, looks like I interrupted you getting to first base. Still, I'd suggest not putting on a show for everyone the first time you try it."
The mischievous Sorcerer Supreme spoke in a teasing tone and bumped Peter's shoulder with his elbow.
Little Bug's face turned red, nearly as red as his uniform. Lowering his head, he rubbed his fingers together. "That's not what I meant. I just... couldn't control myself."
"I understand. When teenagers are high on adrenaline, it really is hard to think everything through."
Deathstroke wore an expression that said there was no need to explain; he understood everything.
"Ugh."
Peter sighed. He knew he could not explain it clearly. But in truth, whenever he smelled Silk's fragrance, he seemed to lose control and remember nothing afterward. Something had to be wrong.
Better not say anything. He needed to carefully figure out how to prove he wasn't some pervert. Only rigorous scientific research could convince the girls.
The girls pulled Silk aside and whispered among themselves. With Super Soldier hearing, their conversation could be heard, but it was nothing more than the usual teasing and joking between young girls.
Silk's face was covered in red cloth. She stomped her feet and twisted back and forth, trying to prove that