Juggling an identity ~spiderman~

Chapter 30

~Deadpool's Pov~

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He sat down beside me, our legs hanging off the top of the building like we usually do.

"What do you need help with?"  He asked putting his gloved hands resting on his lap. He didn't have a very good posture when he sat down, but I kinda like that about him.

[are we really telling him this?]

"So, my job is very uh-"

(just spit it out! You have nothing to lose!)

[we have everything to lose!]

"People pay me to kill other people." I just said, looking away from him, facing the view. It was dark out now, Autumn air. "Bad people," I added quickly so as to not give him the wrong idea.

"Okay. If you need my help killing someone I'm not in." He quickly said, not even thinking twice that his friend is a secret mercenary. 

"No! I wasn't going to ask you to kill anyone!" 

(Well I guess he doesn't mind that much that we're a mercenary.)

[he hasn't said much yet, give him a minute to process the information]

"I got a target a week ago. Wanted to give me a lot of money to kill someone. A lot." I looked down, not wanting to see his reaction. 

"Who is your target?" He looked carefully at me. I took a deep breath before answering.

"I was hired to kill a sixteen year old kid called 'Peter Parker'. I did some digging and it turns out it's Harry Osborne that wants him dead. I need your help protecting the guy. Harry probably knows I'm not going to kill him, as I would've done it already." I word-vomited it all out. He looked down for a second.

[Stright to the point, good.]

(My god his jawline, PLEASE CAN WE JUST KISS HIM ALREADY AND GET THIS LOVE STORY OVER WITH---

"--I'll help. But there's not much I can do. Why do you care about him anyway, this cant be your first request for a teenager." He crossed his legs before he spoke. He looked calm, I'd think he would've freaked out about my whole mercenary business.

I hesitated to speak, "Well. I got offered a lot, he must be important to Harry." I also crossed my legs, still embarrassed. He looked skeptical, expected me to keep talking. 

Sighing, I continued. "I know him. I know him in my personal life, without the mask." That was enough for spiderman's whole posture to change. He looked shocked for some reason.

(So he's all calm and good with us killing people but suddenly shocked when he finds out we have friends.)

[Peter is not a friend. He is our boyfriend.]

(Pft shut up, not even official. We still have a chance with our Spiderman)

Spidey got up abruptly, looking in panic. "Uh, sorry. I have to go, I have a thing. I'll see you tomorrow at 6 on top of the Brooklyn Bridge." He shot a web and jumped off before I could say a word.

~Peter's Pov~

I slid open my bedroom window and jumped in, pulling off my mask to catch a breath. Ned startled almost dropped his chips.

"Peter! scared me. How did the conversation with Deadpool go?" 

I sat down on my bed and continue to process everything, barely registering Ned's questions. I grabbed my clothes from the floor and started to slide my suit off. 

I sat back down and looked up at the clock to see it at 7:53. I was at patrol for barely an hour, what a weird night.

"Peter?! You're scaring me what happened?" He leaned forward while sitting in the chair, putting his bag of chips aside. 

"Osbor- Harry.  Harry wants me dead."

"A lot of villains want you dead, you're powerful enough to stop all their evil plans." 

"No, he doesn't want spiderman dead. He wants me dead- me as in Peter Parker dead" I leaned on the wall next to my bed. Why does my best friend want me dead?

"Oh. Harry? Harry wants to kill you? Maybe he knows you're spiderman."

I lifted my head to look at him, "No, how could he know? Nobody knows. Except you and-"

"wait there's an 'and'  ?"

"Otto Octavius.." But he's in prison. "Ned, can you find out if there have been any breakouts at the prison called Raft?" 

Ned started researching. I watched him check many news sites, hack into Shield records, anything.

"Other than the Goblin, nobody else has escaped."