[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

At the end of the day, when Iron Man found the frightened arms dealer in the hatch, Joyce and Deadpool had already controlled the situation on the deck.The things that should be tied up were tied up, those that should be thrown into the sea were thrown into the sea to feed the fish, and a large amount of equipment was robbed. The corner of the president's father's mouth twitched after watching him pacing back. Sober and profound understanding.

——That is no longer the level of plucking a goose's hair, it is the desire to peel off the skin of others.

"If you're a fugitive for a year, living in a place like New York without a regular source of income, you're no better off than us."

It's easy to read Tony's turbulent heart from his expression. Joyce leaned over and pulled a scorpion from the hand of a hapless agent, looked at it, and then threw it on the ground in disgust: "What's more, it's still Hydra's stuff, if you don't take it for nothing... can't they configure something better?"

"I told you that this year will fail." He was squatting on the ground playing with the bazooka that once made his roommate jealous. Hearing this, Deadpool raised his head, smiled and disassembled it into a pile of parts and put it in his arms: "Although it Not worthy of your dignity, but you can take it back and modify it and sell it. Do you know how many people on the black market want your modified weapon?"

He really didn't know that.

With a frown, Joyce finally knew where the mysteriously missing test items on his workbench had gone.But before he beat his roommate to death again, the faint roar of the plane in the distance suddenly floated into his ears, attracting all the attention of the former Mr. Killer.At the same time, Iron Man, who was silently watching, was also shocked. He looked up at the dark night sky above his head, and it was hard to tell what expression he had on his face.

"These guys, since they are late, why don't you come here at all." He muttered so bleakly.Tony activated the battle armor, said "I'll go over here" and flew out on the tail of the flame. The raised wind directly blurred the faces of the two people next to him.

'What? Staring at the back of the president's father as he walked away, Deadpool was stunned for a while, and asked Joyce with exaggerated movements: "What is he going to do?" '

'Here comes the aftermath. 'Joyce also quietly replied: 'The people of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers.' '

'oh! 'Deadpool suddenly realized.

Basically, although Tony is the nominal benefactor of the Avengers and has a good relationship with S.H.I.E.L.D., most of these people don't care about each other's business.For example, tonight, the CEO's father came to the cruise ship alone to make a big fuss, but was almost taken away by Hydra as a big gift. If it wasn't for the bad news on Friday and notified the Avengers, they probably wouldn't know about it until they saw the news tomorrow morning. what happened.Therefore, it is not difficult to understand Tony's expression of generosity before he left - after all, not everyone can bear his teammates' questions about teamwork building and whether they have the right to go out without permission. Backup chatter, especially if your teammates include an old World War II popsicle stick, two spies with a crisis of confidence, a veteran with counseling skills, and a hunk who turns green at the slightest provocation.

"Hey, I said it all, it was an accident, was it an accident?! I could have just taken 10 minutes to figure it all out and go back to my date with the coffee machine!!"

Iron Man's unlovable voice came from the channel, and was quickly joined by others' harsh reprimands.Joyce and Deadpool squatted on the deck and listened silently for a while, then glanced at each other, and each saw sincere sympathy on each other's faces.

"So shall we continue here?" Deadpool looked at the Quinjet machine above his head, which was looking for a place to land, and turned his head to ask, "Waiting for Stark to introduce us to his colorful teammates?"

"What do you think?" The former killer stood up.

"I'm a mercenary and a wanted criminal. They will first thank me for my achievements tonight, and then put me in a cage politely." Wade spread his hands and said regretfully.And his roommate nodded of his own accord.

"I'm a Hydra." Joyce curled up his mouth, and then found that the wording was wrong, and immediately added: "Former Hydra."

That being the case, things are already very clear.Since none of them are good things, it's better to keep a low profile and don't get involved with any decent heroes.So, after confirming that they agreed with each other, the two packed up all the equipment at the same time, nodded tacitly, and fled towards the inner cabin respectively, and quickly disappeared on the messy deck.

Sneaking under the noses of superheroes is not difficult.

He walked down the gangway among the evacuated crowd, and then quietly left the dock while the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were not paying attention.Joyce took a last look at the catastrophic cruise ship and the Iron Man who circled in mid-air for several times and didn't know what he was looking for. He opened the door of an SUV next to him and scurried in like a cat.

In the co-pilot, Deadpool with a straw hat on his head to cover his face was laughing and throwing the stolen key over.

"When I went to the bathroom, I met the owner of the car, and he was doing drugs next door to me."

He rested his legs comfortably in front of the windshield, poking the button of the car radio one after another: "On the bright side, I might have prevented a tragedy of car crash and death."

"Hmm." Joyce looked ahead and responded casually, judging from his expression, he shouldn't be listening to what he said.

"So we accepted a job tonight. We didn't get the chip but it's about the same. It shouldn't be difficult to get paid... If Stark reneges on his debts, I'll go to the downstairs of the Avengers Building to hang him on the radio every day..."

Wade was chattering all the way, dancing while talking, and wiped all the blood on the clean car seat.And Joyce held the steering wheel, and at the beginning he would reply him with a few words in monosyllables, but in the end he simply remained silent, letting himself go openly, with a thoughtful expression.When Deadpool finally found out that he was singing a one-man show, he had already wandered off to nowhere.

This state continued until they returned to the rented apartment downstairs.

Because they didn't want to be chased by the owner of the car, the two left the car on the side of the road three streets away. Whether they can be found back depends on fate.And they climbed into the garbage cleaning truck, hitch a ride and slowly climbed back to their own neighborhood, and when the driver stopped for the third time without noticing, they turned over hanging vegetable leaves and egg shells, Sincerely thank the other party.

"I probably got blood on his car too."

He waved his hand regretfully.Deadpool reached out and pulled out and plugged in. The shrapnel on his head was thrown into the trash next to him: "Are you really not going to say something?"

"Ok?"

Joyce was still distracted, but not as serious as before.At least he heard his roommate's plaintive question, blinked, and slowly opened his mouth:

"Meow."

"..." After a rather clear meow, he immediately closed his mouth.And turned his head to look around, walked to a trash can not far away and flipped it over skillfully.

But standing there in a daze for a while, when Deadpool finally realized that it was not his roommate calling, Joyce had already walked back, holding a white and black fluffy ball on his shoulder, and was turning his head to the side. Dodging the claws that greet each other.

"Why is this little bastard still outside?" Wade stared at the opposite cat who was panting for breath, his face full of surprise.

"I don't know, maybe the woman finally locked the door."

Joyce said indifferently, and walked up the stairs first.And when he was standing in front of the gate of his house, he didn't seem to intend to return the cat to the opposite side, but directly embraced the door, sat on the only open space next to the sofa in the living room, straightened his back, and looked like The momentum of wiping the gun began to frantically lick the cat.

To be honest, this kind of masturbation method is to be bald.

"..."

I stood by the door and watched him for a while.By now, Deadpool was finally able to determine that Joyce must have encountered something on the cruise ship tonight.In order to prevent the cat Alice from stretching out her ruling claws to her obviously abnormal roommate after she became bald, Deadpool decided that she should chat with the other party immediately.

"so,"

Throwing the gun and knife casually, Wade almost fell to Joyce's feet, and lay on the floor comfortably with his limbs spread out: "Do you have anything to say to me?"

Joyce didn't respond.No nods, no shakes.

Outside the window, the bustling neon lights cover up the sky full of stars, and occasionally there are red spots of light flying across the sky of high-rise buildings, like shooting stars, which disappear from the sky in just a blink of an eye.Occasionally, the lights of cars passing by flashed across the window, reflecting on his face, as if he was thinking about something, but he didn't seem to think about anything.

He should understand.

"Wade."

After a long time, so long that Deadpool was about to fall asleep on the floor.He finally heard Joyce speak in such a low voice, his voice was as low as a dark cloud:

"Under what circumstances would a stranger say 'I will never hurt you'?"

Ok?

I didn't expect him to ask such a question when he opened his mouth. Deadpool thought about it seriously: "Do you want to listen to the truth or lie?"

"Listen." In this rather familiar conversation, Joyce gave him an indescribable look: "Tell lies first."

"The lie is that he may be the one who hurt you before and was in so much pain because of it. He's tried that pain, so he never wants to do it again."

His tone was very serious, and he was so serious that he had nothing to say.It's rare to see such a serious and reliable roommate, Joyce was stunned, and couldn't help but nodded:

"What about the truth?"

"The truth is," Youyou glanced at him, and Wade's voice became even more painful: "He wants to fuck you."

"..."

An unbearable silence spread throughout the living room.Joyce held back for a while, but finally he couldn't hold back, and put the meowing Alice in his hand on the other's face: "Hey, scratch it."

"Meow!"

The author has something to say:

Joyce: What's on your mind?

Deadpool: Yellow waste.