the drew legacy

The Hulk did not care what kind of bug man he was, they all look the same to Hulk, all red, all make bad jokes, all try to stop Hulk, all want to hurt Hulk!

❝ Bug men will leave Hulk alone! ❞​​

Picks up a mailbox and hurdles it at the bug, then a parking meter.

Oh-kay, this was bad. 

Gerry dodged the mailbox, then caught the parking meter, holding it like a baseball bat. 

“I’m not here to fight you!” Gerry said, then glanced at the thing he was holding. It did kind of look like a weapon. So he dropped the parking meter and held his hands up in a sign of friendship. 

@gerrydrews​​

​❝ Hulk tired of bug men! ❞​

So he throws a streetlamp at him!

Okay, Gerry might not have a spider-sense, so this narrowly missed him. He jumped out of the way, clinging to the nearest wall. 

“Does it help if I’m an arachnid?!” 

❝ i’ve never heard of someone having spider dna before. is that just something you can be born with? was your mother born with it? ❞

“Nah, she kind of had evil parents... so... fill in the blanks, I guess. Anyway, it’s not all bad. I can shoot webs out of my body.”

    Okay, that sounded kind of gross. 

                         “  the  fact  that  there  isn’t  a  child-of-superheroes  support  group  is  egregious.  ”  he’s  not  entirely  sure  that  he’s  using  that  word  right.  hopefully  the  amount  of  disgust  he’s  placed  on  it  isn’t  horribly  inappropriate.  many  are  the  risks  of  living  among  the  super-intelligent.  “  i  think,  ”  he  continues.  “  that  it  should  probably  be  a  requirement  for  super-parents.  by  law, or something.  ”

@gerrydrews​

     ❝  genetic bad luck, huh. what are you, black cat’s kid? funny how your suit doesn’t have fur and claws, then.  ❞

❝ you were born with spider dna? how does that happen? ❞

@gerrydrews

❝ i’ve only seen people who can fly jump that high. how do you do it? ❞

     ❝  yeah, i do say fuck and wacky. it’s called having variety — and what you have is called bad luck.  ❞

     ❝  can you blame me? every time you’re around, something goes wacky.  ❞

open :^)

     ❝  —that was the stupidest shit i’ve ever fucking heard of.  ❞

“Do you know how ammo works? It doesn’t just… go off. I mean, not unless there’s somethin’ seriously wrong. You can open it, it ain’t gonna poison you and it ain’t gonna shoot you.” Deadpool could have been doing anything else besides this right now, he just wanted to clean his firearms and put away his purchases. 

“It’s mine, I told you. My guy had sold this lot to me and some other feeb, but I paid for it first. Guess he’s just more afraid of whoever the other buyer is.”

“Right. Yeah, I knew that.” Gerry still held his face away when opening the bag. It was what he said. Ammo. He reached in and with a gloved hand, picked up a magazine. Heavier than he thought it would be, but he does have super strength... so. 

“So, like... do I just let you go with all this? Like... what do you... what are you gonna do?” Shit, Gerry, what would Peter do? What would mom do?!