Deathstroke's comfort did not seem to have much effect. Thinking about how Douyin would be full of that kind of video whenever he opened it from now on, Peter felt like crying but had no tears.
He had originally just been a carefree boy, but after being bitten by a spider and becoming a Superhero, things seemed to have slipped in an unpredictable direction.
He felt that he was no longer pure. Perhaps his contact with Deadpool had doomed him from the start, or perhaps the darkness of those two brothers was affecting this world. No matter how fiercely he resisted, the image of a cat-eared girl rolling her eyes and drooling kept surfacing in his mind like a vengeful ghost.
Whenever he recalled it, a certain part of his body uncontrollably became rock hard. He was terrified by his own changes, afraid that he would become someone like Wade.
"It's all Tony's fault. Get up, kid. I'll take you to find him."
Su Ming held out a hand and pulled Little Bug to his feet at the edge of the rooftop.
"You know it too. Although Douyin is a joint project between our two companies, I haven't handled business matters for decades. I don't know a thing about Big Data or programming. Your software recommendations went wrong, so it's all Tony's responsibility. He must still be trying to make a move on your aunt."
"He'll never get away with it! Aunt May would never like a bad man like him. I'd rather she got together with the Captain and let him lecture me every day!"
Peter took Deathstroke's hand and stood up, a small flame of fury burning in his chest. Deathstroke was right—the culprit behind his social death at school was Douyin, and Tony was definitely the one