Juggling an identity ~spiderman~

Chapter 22

~Deadpool's Pov~

Oh. He's bleeding...

OH! I SHOULD PROBABLY HELP HIM! 

Spidey was sitting on the roof of a grocery store nearby the bank. He clear bullet wound on his leg, it looked like it hurt. I swiftly jumped onto the building, peeking at him from behind. Suddenly he stopped, he sat still and stopped fiddling with his leg, as if he knew I was there. Abruptly his head swiveled in my direction, he stood up and groaned in pain slightly.

"I'm not a threat, I just saw your cute ass bleeding and needed to ask if you want any help. A damsel in distress like you shouldn't need taking care of a bullet hole by yourself." I raised my hands up in the air to show him I mean no harm. He eyes me for a minute but relaxed when he realized I just wanted to help. 

"Who are you?" He asked suspiciously.

[I bet if we could see under his mask he would be raising his eyebrow like a cartoon character]

(He could be really ugly, I mean you never know)

[Uglier than us?]

(No, I don't think we've ever met anyone uglier than us)

"Pft me? I'm just your friendly neighbor hood Deadpool" I grinned, walking over warily towards him. We sat down onto a large metal pipe, I looked down inspecting his leg. The bleeding slowed down but was still kinda bad. 

"We should get you to the hospital, the bullet went straight through but its still gonna need some pretty hard stitching up." I offered my hand politely to help him get up.

"No. No hospital." Spidey looked down, a bit awkwardly. "I have a med kit at home, I'm good. Thank for the help though" He started limping away, I frowned but followed him anyway. he looked at me annoyed but stayed silent as he started climbing down the building, sticking to the wall. I just jumped down onto a little ledge from a window, and jumped down onto the ground. We started walking down an empty street, it being about 10pm now. 

"You sure you don't need a hand or anything? It looks pretty painful. I mean don't get me wrong, I know you're like THE Spiderman and can handle way more than some bullet shot, like you survived a whole building collapsing on you, but believe me I've been shot many times before and I understand how painful it can be-" He stopped walking and looked at me weirdly.

"A building collapsed on me?" Questioning me. 

"Yeah, remember? When you were once fighting that vulture guy?..." I looked at him worried.

"How do you know about that?" [He sounds angry, is he angry at us?] (How do we explain why we know about that? We cant say we stalk him) [We don't stalk him, we just observe. As fans. Plus we were gonna help him. But we don't exactly have the strength to pick up an entire building off of him] (How did he survive that)

"Oh. You know... the news." I didn't sound convincing at all, smiling awkwardly at him.

~Peter's Pov~

Sitting on the bathroom floor, my suit halfway off my body and antibacterial wipes scattered around me. That Deadpool guy creeped me a lot. When I was halfway home, I finally convinced him I'm fine and he left me alone. He knew about that one time I fought the vulture, nobody should know that. I guarantee its nowhere on the internet, and I'm always extra careful leaking information like that. I wonder if I see him again. My leg stung as I poked a medical needle into it. 

After about 30 minuets, my leg was finally ready to start heal. I sighed looking at the photo frame of me and Gwen. It was standing neatly on my bed side table. Gwen was grinning like crazy, laughing.