Wade might have been the only person besides Cousin who knew what was special about Spider-Man.
From a certain perspective, Spider-Man and Batman had a lot in common. For example, they were respectively the beloved cash cows of Marvel and DC's editors. Whenever comic sales were poor, all they had to do was bring out Little Bug and Batman, and everything would be fine.
They could be used in all sorts of ways. Whether it was finding a female character to give them some sweet romance, or killing off their friends and family for tragedy, comedy or tragedy made no difference—people were willing to read those stories.
In other words, sticking close to Little Bug meant massive exposure, huge traffic, and immense popularity.
"I have to admit that when I first approached this kid, I had some darkly utilitarian thoughts."
Not far away, Peter was fighting a nightmare. The boy lacked any effective energy attacks and relied entirely on physical strikes, making it difficult to deal with a nightmare. Yet after Deadpool had called him over to take over, he had instead wandered off to one side, muttering at empty air and holding up his fingers to indicate a tiny gap.
"But later, I changed. I had no choice before, but after getting to know the spider, I wanted to be a good person. Even Goat Village's chief knows that. Folks, don't doubt my friendship with Little Bug. I didn't come here first just to ride his popularity either. I have my own reasons."
As he spoke, his gaze turned toward the sky. He struck that classic Superhero pose, hands on hips and body turned sideways as he looked upward. Unfortunately, his sleazy aura made him look more like Homelander drinking milk.
But that was not important. What mattered was