Chapter 353: Cue the Music

Chapter 353: Cue the Music

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Peter sat on a rooftop, his ghost laptop open in front of him while Wade crowded next to him, impatiently waiting for him to find their runaway bad guy.

The wind rustled over their suits, adding an eerie atmosphere to the night.

Peter's fingers danced across the keyboard, tapping into various databases, trying to find a trace of Francis after he went into hiding.

Wade erratically tapped his up and down, his arms crossed impatiently. "Any luck, Spidey?" He asked for the 100th time, his voice tinged with irritation.

Peter sighed as he could feel Wade breathing down his neck for the past hour. "No, Wade. As I've told you countless times already, you're arch-nemesis knows what he's doing. He covered his tracks well. No digital breadcrumbs to follow so far. And if you want me to find any, then you need to be patient. "

Wade groaned dramatically. "Seriously? This guy knows how to vanish better than my ex-wife."

"You were never married." Peter scoffed.

"How do you know that?" Wade asked before coving his masked mouth and letting out a high-pitched gasp. "Are you stalking me?!"

Of course, Peter read Wade's file, so he knows everything that the government knows about his annoying friend.

"Yeah, I'm your biggest fan." Peter says sarcastically, trying to work with a loudmouth idiot constantly hovering over his shoulder. "Can you give me some space? I need to focus to figure this out."

Wade whined. "Hey, I'm just trying to add a little spice to this snooze fest."

Peter rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his laptop. "Maybe we can find some clues from the surveillance cameras in the area. When Francis left his house, he had to have passed some cameras. There might be footage of the direction he left in or the vehicle he took."

With a new plan in mind, Peter got back to work, hacking into the surveillance network that covers the entire city.

Isolating the area where Francis lived, he scrolled through the footage, but his hopes quickly faded. The screens displayed nothing but static as if someone had deliberately wiped them clean.

"Great, just great!" Wade exclaimed, throwing his arms up in exasperation. "Can't catch a break, can we?"

Peter clenched his jaw, his patience wearing thin. He shot a glare at Wade, silencing him momentarily.

Seeing Deadpool on the big screen, p*ssing off everyone around him certainly hits differently when you're the target of his antics.

Determined not to waste any more time, Peter let out a defeated sigh as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, dialing a number.

Wade leaned closer, trying to catch a glimpse of the screen. "Who're you calling, Spidey? Some hotshot hacker to do your job for you?" The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.

Peter ignored Wade's taunts as the call connected. "Hey, sweetie. It's Dad. I need your help with something for me."

Wade raised an eyebrow. "Are you calling your daughter?"

Peter shot him a warning look, his voice carrying a hint of annoyance. "Wade, I swear to Morgan Freeman... If you don't shut the hell up, I'm going to throw you off this building."

Wade shrugged and leaned against the wall, his hands held up in surrender. "Your family, your business."

Ignoring the pain, Wade managed to prop himself up on his elbows, a grin spreading across his masked face. "Ta-da! See? Perfect superhero landing!" he exclaimed triumphantly.

With a sigh, Peter gracefully descended from the crane, landing silently beside Wade. His landing was nothing short of perfection, a testament to his years of training and experience.

"That's a superhero landing. Feel free to take notes." He shot Wade a knowing look before turning to the guards.

The armed men, their weapons pointed directly at Peter, hesitated. Whispers swept through their ranks, fear evident in their eyes.

They recognized the iconic red and blue costume, a symbol of dread that struck terror into the hearts of all criminals across the world.

"Spider-Man..." One guard muttered, his voice trembling. "What's he doing here?"

Another guard, his voice more confident, stepped forward. "Doesn't matter who he is. Shoot him!"

But before they could react, Peter's agility took over. He darted forward, webs shooting from his wrists, disarming the guards with expert precision.

His movements were fluid, almost dance-like, as he incapacitated them one by one, leaving no chance for a single bullet to be fired.

Not even the alarm was raised.

Meanwhile, Wade was busy snapping his ankles back into place, his healing factor working its magic.

Within seconds, he stood tall once again, brushing off the mishap as if it never happened.

"All right, time to finish this the f*ck up!" Wade declared, cracking his knuckles as he turned to the author. "Cue the music!"

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"Seriously?" Wade asked as Peter continued to demolish the guards in the background.

Suddenly the music stops as Wade could hear the sound of a button being pressed before another song filled his ears.

????Kung Fu Fighting by Carl Douglas plays????

????Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh????

????Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh????

????Everybody is kung fu fighting!????

"That's more like it..."

A/N: 1546 words :)

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