One punch bald head in Marvel

"Is it Tony?"

"I have something I'd like you to help me with."

"It has nothing to do with the Avengers, it's just a personal matter."

Parker called Tony Stark and asked for higher-level permissions from the Avengers to access the footage captured by the surveillance robots Stark deployed in the city.

"No."

"No."

Parker sat in his room and searched for the boy. When he found nothing, he planned to ask SHIELD for help again, but he got the same result.

"Parker, what's wrong with you?"

"I haven't been in a good state all day today."

Saitama opened the bedroom door and poked his head in to look at Parker.

"Well, it's okay."

"If you are hungry, go ahead and get yourself something to eat. I may not be at home for dinner today."

Parker switched away the computer desktop with the surveillance video hanging, and a second desktop showing animation appeared in front of Saitama.

"Ok."

"Then I'll go downstairs to buy a sandwich."

Saitama left the apartment while wondering when Parker found a date.

"This matter only exists between you and me, "peo"."

"At least the guy who asked someone to deliver the photo to me has to pay something."

Hearing the door close in the living room, Parker gently closed his notebook, took out his backpack from the corner of the room and put the notebook in it.

He wore a spider suit with an indifferent expression, as if he was a killer about to go on a mission. Although he usually dealt with enemies by sending them to the police station, a big guy like "peo" with one hand covering the sky, even if he is caught One or two members would probably come out of the police station as if nothing had happened.

"I'm going to find that person..."

Parker wants sinners to get what they deserve, so he can't involve the Avengers, SHIELD, and x-n.

Saitama, on the other hand, is the person he least wants to drag down, because after getting along with him for this period of time, Parker found that Saitama is extremely simple. In his eyes, Saitama should stay under the sun and experience the beauty of the world. Some dark dirty work is still More suitable for a violent maniac.

"Frank Castle."

"Hello, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Parker traveled through the dark city, looking through every dirty corner, and "asking for directions" with countless scumbags. Finally, he stood on the street lamp in front of the bar, looking down at a tall man who had just had a drink.

"How could the great Spider-Man think of looking for me?"

“What motivates you?”

"Haha~"

Frank opened his hands wide and drank a bottle of beer into his mouth from time to time. He looked very drunk.

"There is an organization called "peo"."

"I think you should have heard something. Now tell me if you have anything to do with them."

"If I had, I could leave now as if we hadn't met today."

Parker slowly squatted down above the street lamp, looked at the man in front of him named Frank Custer, known as "The Punisher" and said.

""peo"~"

"I've heard that they just massacred one of their cyborg squads two days ago. Those guys looked funny, and Deadpool absolutely loved it~"

"Hiccup~"

Frank burped and didn't give Parker an accurate answer.

"Since you are unwilling to help me, then I can only go to Deadpool."

Parker stood up, he casually threw it to the wall of the high-rise building on the right and shot out a spider thread, then leaned his body and let the whole body sway in the wind.

"Hiccup~"

"Haha~"

Frank looked at Parker and suddenly became serious after he left. He threw the beer bottle in his hand to the ground. The bar security guard thought he was a bastard who came to cause trouble and grabbed him. However, he was knocked unconscious by Frank's punch. On the ground.

"Spider-Man, you have today too."

"God turned a blind eye and I have only myself to answer for."

"Isn't it?"

As Frank said that, he rode a motorcycle and broke through the surrounding security guards and left the bar.

"Dong dong dong."

In a corner of the city, a ventilation window was knocked.

"Little spider~"

Deadpool looked up and saw Parker hanging upside down outside the window. He opened the window and let Parker into the house.

"Damn sissy, if you want to mess with a wild man, please close the window afterwards."

"As an old woman, I'm most afraid of rain falling into the house and causing mold."

Al's voice spread from the living room to the bedroom, and the moment she finished speaking, light rain began to fall outside the window.

"Damn it, this old woman, I really wonder if she is a synthetic mutant created by some weird organization."

"He can see through things and predict the weather."

Deadpool stood up on tiptoes to close the window, and took out a pack of hidden gummy bears from the cabinet and gave it to Parker.

"Deadpool, I'm here wearing this to ask for your help."

"We're not here for a tea party."

Parker took the gummy bear and gently placed it on the sofa, his tone was calm but awe-inspiring.

"Tell me, who to kill."

Deadpool suddenly became serious. He took out the double knives hidden under the bed, leaned against the wall and looked at Parker.

""peo" Someone asked a child to send me a photo. The person in the photo is my dead uncle, and the photo was taken today."

"I investigated the surveillance afterwards and found that the child did not appear in any of the videos. I suspected that he was a mutant."

"so……"

Parker rested his elbows on his knees and sat down.

However, just when he was about to finish his words, there was a noise outside the bedroom.

"Damn bastard, get out of here!"

Al snapped at someone angrily.

"Hahaha, old lady, if you don't watch soap operas, why are you watching the weather forecast?"

The man's rough voice sounded very familiar to Deadpool and Parker.

"Oh!"

The bedroom door was kicked open, and a tall man walked in, it was Frank Custer.

"Hi everyone~"

"Deadpool and Spider~"

He picked up the gummy bears on the sofa and poured them all into his mouth.

"Didn't you reject me?"

"Frank?"

Parker's eyes followed Frank's tall body, and he asked in a deep voice until the other person sat down on the sofa.

"I?"

"what!"

"A few days ago, those guys said they wanted to help me resurrect my wife and children. I was really moved for a while."

"But..."

Frank was still sitting on the sofa, but his feet were on Deadpool's crib.

"Now I suddenly feel like these bastards are insulting my lovely Castle faly."

"after all."

"Frank Castle is dead along with his family, and the only one here is me, the Punisher."

Frank held up two Colt 911 pistols and placed them on both sides of his head. The cold barrels of the guns reflected a soft luster under the dim light bulb.