"You're Deadpool! Your whole family is Deadpool! Blech! I don't know what it's like where you live, but the United States on Earth is a society ruled by law! Just because our costumes look alike, you two ugly freaks are slandering me as Deadpool! I'm going to hang you from the streetlights outside the police station and sue you for defamation! Blech!"
After hearing the Trolls, Peter swayed as though he had suffered a devastating blow. Clutching his chest, he kept dry-heaving while rapidly arguing back, as if he did not need his throat to speak at all. Even vomiting did not interfere with his talking.
The psychological trauma from yesterday's wedding had not yet faded. Today, merely hearing Deadpool's name made him nauseous.
Attending a good friend's wedding was supposed to be a happy occasion. Going out to eat with girls he liked was also supposed to be a happy occasion. Two happy occasions stacked together should have brought twice the happiness, so why had things turned out like this?
Probably because the girls from the Spider-Women Alliance had all thrown up all over him and declared that they would never eat with Peter again.
Honestly, Peter felt weak all over today and was in a bad mood. He had not wanted to come out on patrol.
But who told him he had powers? With great power came great responsibility.
When he suddenly discovered that New York was being invaded by aliens, he had to step up. So Little Bug dragged his heavy body into the streets to resist, doing his best to save people.
When words failed, both sides began fighting. The Trolls were stronger and had powerful Healing Factors, while Spider-Man was more agile, and his Spider-Sense allowed him to anticipate his enemies' moves. For a time,