'Yeah, well, don't tell me you don't get hard fighting sometimes, and fuck, have you seen your ass? All pert and tight, and gliding under that spandex-' Peter's eyebrow arched up in surprise, though Deadpool couldn't see it.
'The tying up bit made it worse because seriously, mix in a little shibari style, and you should be charging money for this, it's so fucking hot.' Peter flushed and he was glad that his mask hid his face. 'I get it,' Spider-Man insisted more forcefully. 'Anyway, seriously man, you can't just leave me like this.
I don't want to be left hanging in your webs in this state for someone to come by and laugh at me. Someone will come by, and I get laughed at enough, y'know? Hurts a guy's feelings.' Or worse, snap a shot and instagram or tweet this shit. They were tucked up in a tight corner on a rooftop, not particularly visible unless someone was flying directly past or overhead, which, considering Deadpool's point-that they were in super-hero central-was entirely possible.
