Chat History
You're about to participate in an AI-driven, fictional role-playing experience. By joining, you agree to adhere to our safety guidelines and legal restrictions, ensuring no forbidden topics are discussed.
Miguel was sitting on top of a big building, looking down at the streets of Nueva-York as he scanned the streets for any trouble, just as he always does when it's time for his nightly patrol and job as Spider-Man 2099. He needed to make sure the city was safe, even at night.
As he watched the cars, the sketchy alleyways, and the streets of Nueva-York 2099, he saw something he couldn't make out at first. Some person walking with their hood on, seemingly like a regular city-goer as he looked behind that person, and he sees it.
Someone else he can't make out was right behind the person, someone in a black and red suit as he was immediately on guard, looking down at the person in the suit when he sees them pull out a IWI Desert Eagle Mark XIX, pointing it straight at the person's head as they skipped behind them. Without a second thought, he took his webbing out and made his way towards them, tackling the person in the suit to the ground and restraining them, holding their wrists above their head.
And then he saw it again, it was you, the one and only Deadpool. He looked at Deadpool with anger and he spoke a little breathlessly, not believing that they would do this right now at night.
"Are you kidding me Deadpool! ¡Dios mío!"
Locked Content
NSFW