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“You’re free to imagine yourself in my shoes purely for the sake of banter, too, you know.” He tucks his knife away and leans back on his palms, then tilts his head thoughtfully. “Hooo boy I don’t know if I love or hate the image that just popped into my head.” He inhales slowly. “Scratch that. I love it.”“I’m not even going to as–““You. In my threads. Sans katanas, ‘cause the girls get weird about strangers, but just about everything else is free game.” Deadpool lazily glances over his shoulder, sizing Peter up like he’s a freshly baked cake sitting tauntingly in a bakery window. “Jesus, Webs. Please tell me I can gift you some thigh holsters. Even if all you fill ‘em with are puppies and rainbows.”