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Thor in a dress... Again

"Come on, Thor, PLLLLLEEEEAASSSSSEEEE!"

"No."

"For me?"

Thor gave Deadpool a look that said 'if-you-don't-leave-right-now-I-will-summon-a-storm-and-so-help-me-I-will-make-sure-that-you-never-see-the-light-of-day-again'.

Wade continued to give Thor puppy-dog eyes through his mask.

"I hate you, 'Pool."

"I know you mean love!"

Thor began to walk out of the living room.

Wade followed him.

"Oh, come ON!" Wade pleaded. "I have no idea where Loki is! This is a great idea! It will work!

"This is the worst idea I have ever heard."

"Please?" Peter begged from the ceiling of the new room.

"No," Thor turned around to face Deadpool. "What happened to that Godphone I gave you?"

"Wade dropped it down the toilet," Peter replied.

"You-" Thor sighed. "Never mind. The answer is still no."

"Pleeeaase?" Peter begged as he jumped down from the ceiling, and landed in a superhero crouch.

"You know," Wade directed at Peter, "Those superhero ladings are really bad for your

knees."

"I know!" Peter exclaimed excitedly. "That's why I had Tony reinforce the knees of my suit with vibranium!"

"Ok," Wade deadpanned. "That's a little extra."

"You, calling me extra," Peter noted sceptically.

Thor sighed and walked out of the room.

"Wai-" Peter and Deadpool's shouts were cut off as the door shut behind him.

***

Thor opened the fridge to get an Asgardian beer.

Deadpool's head was in the fridge.

"Pleas-"

Thor shut the fridge.

***

Thor walked into his bedroom, to get some peace and quiet, after a day of being followed by Peter and Wade. Even with all of his evasion tactics, they had still managed to follow them. If Thor wasn't seriously pissed off, he would have suggested they go into a full-time career of stalking.

Thor flumped onto the four-poster.

"Please?"

Thor screamed and fell off the edge of the bed. He groaned at looked up at Peter, who was using his Spider-grippy thing to stick to the top of the bad. Thor shook his head. Forget stalking, they should just become super-sneaky spies. Well, Peter should. Wade would only sing spy songs at the top of his lungs while he was meant to be sneaking.

"No," Thor answered after he began to breathe normally again.

"But-"

"No."

Peter paused in contemplation.

His face brightened.

"Nope," Thor all but shouted

Peter scrunched his eyebrows. "I didn't say anything!"

"I know that look!" Thor replied. "You've got a new idea!"