Crimson

2

Yeah, I'm endlessly
Caving in
And turning inside out

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The distraction of a new arrival was exactly what Matthew needed to manoeuvre his attacker off of his chest. He flipped onto his feet, the other guy thrown a few feet away with a muffled "Oof." Matt paused, trying to locate his mask. The attacker had seen his face, and now the new arrival had too. Exactly what he didn't want to happen.

"Hey, look, I don't wanna be a cock block. Ya'll get back to making some sweet spider love and I'll be on my way, ok? Huh, never thought Spider-Man would be a top though. Sexy." The new guy laughed, his voice allowing Matt to somewhat gauge what he looked like. He analysed the mysterious figure, trying to work out if he was friend or foe. His heartbeat wasn't giving anything away; in fact, the reason Matt had never realised that he was approaching was because...

"You have no heartbeat." He blurted. Both figures turned towards him, confused. "Uhh. No. Yeah, no heartbeat. How the fuck can you tell from all the way over there? Oh, don't tell me you're some bat eared freak, I'm pretty sure we'd get sued by DC for that shit."

"What? I don't... never mind. Why don't you have a heartbeat?" Matt asked, curiosity overthrowing caution as he took a step closer to the man, his mask still off. "Isn't it obvious, buddy? I'm dead. Well, not quite, but I sure as hell ain't alive either. Try to stab me, go on!" The guy laughed excitedly. Matt felt confusion cloud his mind. This guy was some sort of superhuman?

Apparently, the other, the one the "dead" man had called Spider-Man, was just as confused as Matt. "So... you're dead, or you can't die?" He asked, and Matt realised that his voice was that of a kid. The pitch and tone indicated late teens, with the odd inflection of just finishing puberty. Matt put him at about 16 or 17 years old. There wasn't much he could gauge from his heart beat; it was erratic, but apparently constant, as if that was just it's natural rhythm. It made sense, he supposed, that a guy with spider powers had a mutated body. His strength, speed, stamina, and healing were mutated as well, making him an impressive opponent.

"Can't die. Fun, huh? The name's Deadpool, well obviously not. The nickname's Deadpool. Take me to dinner and you'll get my real name." He smirked. Matt felt the spider's face heat up at that comment: he was flustered. "Hey, uh, Masky? Eyes are up here, bud." Deadpool added. Matt blinked. Normally, he knew where to direct his eyes from the position of someone's heart but, in this case, he obviously didn't. He could still make out a faded outline of the guy in the world on fire, but it was much, much fainter. And clearly his eyes hadn't quite been aiming at where they should've.

"Sorry." He said, turning his vacant gaze to where he could just make out the guys face. "Not at all, I'm flattered. Glad you liked what you saw." The other replied and Matt sighed. "Is everything you say dirty?" He inquired and received a laugh. "Wow, am I really that transparent? 'Fraid so. That gonna be a problem, boy scout?"

"No." Matt said curtly. "Because I'm leaving." The web slinger tensed next to him. "Uhh. Buddy. You... you're coming with me, remember? We fought, I captured you..." Matt laughed humorlessly, retying the scrap of cloth around his eyes. "Yeah, and then I got free."

"Shoot." Spider-Man muttered. "Wait, you're telling me that was you capturing him? Well, in that case, capture me, daddy-" Deadpool started saying, before Matt cut across him. "Shut up." The man stilled, seeming offended. "Excuse me-"

"Seriously. Shut up." Matt scolded, turning his head to one side to listen to what was going on above them. "Two floors up. Eight men, heavily armed, heading down the stairs towards us. I count two... no, three, in the elevator, also armed." Matt said. Spider-Man turned to him. "How did you... never mind. How long have we got?"