I'm working on Marvel's Spider-Man in American comics.

Chapter 82 Spider-Man VS Deadpool
Peter knew roughly what Deadpool was talking about, but unfortunately, although he thought he was pretty good-looking, he didn't look like Garfield or Tom Holland, or maybe he looked a bit like both?

However, in order to deal with Deadpool, he made a standard Spider-Man crouching motion, with one hand on the ground and the other raised, lowering his center of gravity and his voice.

"I am a man who has returned from hell, four hundred aunties!"

Cindy, hanging upside down from the ceiling, tilted her head, completely bewildered by Peter's actions. However, based on what Peter had told her earlier, she still didn't intend to take any action.

Upon witnessing this, Deadpool took a deep breath and then removed his mask.

"Then I am the most handsome man in all of Canada, Wade Wilson!"

……

Everyone probably knows Deadpool's face, right? A face that looks like a pockmarked avocado, or like the mess you make after dripping super glue on foam. And now, it's brazenly displaying its handsomeness right in front of Peter. Peter stands up, voicing his question.

"However, shouldn't Wolverine be Canada's most valuable superhero?"

An unspoken silence fell between the two men. Only Wolf, whose body had just healed from the laser eye, stood up and looked at the two men who were no longer fighting, puzzled.

"How dare you! He's clearly an Australian!" Deadpool was furious. He drew his twin swords and took a step forward at lightning speed. He first used the swords to slash horizontally as a feint, then used his front foot as the center of gravity and kicked Spider-Man hard between the legs with his back foot.

Unfortunately, while Spider-Man couldn't control his strength very well, his spider-sense worked perfectly, allowing him to dodge the dangerous kick almost instantly. His only flaw was that he used too much force during the backflip, causing him to land on the ceiling.

Then, Spider-Man pushed off with all his might, almost shattering the ceiling, and punched Deadpool in the face. Deadpool staggered and spun around, then pulled out his pistol, but before he could aim at Spider-Man, Cindy used her webs to stick the pistol to him and flung it aside.

Deadpool looked up at Cindy, but before he could react, Spider-Man threw him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw. Although it was an over-the-shoulder throw, Peter realized a problem when he finished the move and was about to do it again.

When he threw Deadpool over the shoulder, he grabbed Deadpool's left arm. Now, that left arm is still in Peter's hand. As for Deadpool, he lies obediently on the ground, staring in shock at the left arm in Spider-Man's hand.

“I can see birds flying around my ear. Hey, wait a minute, handsome, what are you holding? My left arm?” Deadpool was unusually angry: “Who do you think I am, Sebastian Stan?”

"I don't know, all I know is I really don't want to see your face, Wade!"

Peter slammed Deadpool's left arm into his face like a baseball bat. He waved his hand dismissively, trying to shake the arm off, but to no avail. His powers had malfunctioned, causing Deadpool's left arm to stick to his hand. Frustrated, he tried to tear the arm off, only to have both his hands stuck to it.

"Can you do me a favor? Spider silk? Can you help me get this thing off?"

Cindy jumped down from the ceiling, hooked the severed arm with her spider silk, and was about to pull it off when she suddenly released the silk. Peter, however, knew exactly why Cindy did this—his spider-sense had activated. He turned and raised Deadpool's arm to block, and Deadpool's adamantium longsword cleanly severed his own arm. Peter and Deadpool stared at each other, then Peter grabbed Deadpool's severed arm like two short sticks and charged at Deadpool, unleashing a flurry of attacks without any strategy. Deadpool cooperated by hacking away wildly. After a moment, Peter looked at the Deadpool arm rolling on the ground, and the last two pieces stuck to his hand—a scene only seen in R-rated movies—and said very sincerely, "Looks like you'll have to grow a new arm, buddy."

"But you'll never be able to grow this thing!"

Deadpool roared, his adamantium katana slashing down, and then Spider-Man vanished into thin air right in front of him, completely disappeared, leaving only Cindy watching from a distance. While Wade was still confused, he felt someone tug at his waist.

The grenade he had tucked into his belt was pulled off by some elusive bastard.

"Be careful with grenades!"

"It's now!"

Cindy simply followed Peter's instructions, attaching a web-like grenade to Deadpool's right arm. Deadpool screamed and shook his right arm violently, but couldn't prevent the fact that both his hands were gone. The grenade exploded violently, blasting him to the ground, his entire right hand gone—though for a normal person, this level of physical strength was already terrifying. He knelt on the ground, blankly making a gesture as if to raise his arms—though he didn't, as if loudly questioning the world.

"Why!"

"Perhaps it's because the only way to demonstrate self-healing ability is to blow people to pieces?"

The invisible Spider-Man emerged from behind the tattered Deadpool and tightly gripped the armless man's neck. He certainly didn't believe he could strangle Deadpool, but Peter could feel a massive amount of energy gathering in his hand.

"I'm sorry, Wade, I'm really sorry." Spider-Man, who had his throat locked tightly around Deadpool's neck and was choking him so badly he could barely breathe, said with difficulty in his ear, "But I really love the Green Lantern movies."

"You, you said..." Deadpool, barely able to speak coherently, stared wide-eyed—the only normal eye on his rotten face—as he tried to turn to Spider-Man in shock: "What..."

At that moment, a strong electric current burst forth from Peter's hands, causing almost everyone around him to feel a burning sensation. After releasing the electrical energy, Peter finally realized that there was no longer anything sticking to his hands. He breathed a sigh of relief as if he had gotten rid of a troublesome problem and shook his hands.

Lying on the ground, Deadpool, his face blackened by the heat, muttered to himself, "Hey, buddy, you know what? The last time I had this experience was when I was feeling incredibly lonely at night and couldn't satisfy myself, so I took apart a lighter, took out an electric igniter, and then shoved it into..."

Peter kicked Deadpool like a soccer ball, sending him flying.

"Say something that will pass censorship, Wade."

(End of this chapter)