Spidery Spider

Chapter 2

Getting to his own place had never been so difficult, not even with limbs missing…

Deadpool had managed to get a cab as he carried an overeager Spiderman in his arms. To make matters worse, he couldn’t get the usual driver he gets so he had to sit in the back sit of a taxi that belonged to a man who was too nosy for his own good- A gun pointed to his head fixed it though.

During the car ride, Spiderman kept brushing his hands on his face, clawing at the fabric that covered it and attempting to remove the thing. 

“No can do, baby boy” Deadpool clicked his tongue, giving up on putting a seatbelt on the man that insisted on crouching on the sits instead of sitting. 

When Deadpool went to pry Spiderman’s hands off his mask, he received a growl before the other pounced on him, smacking his hands on anything his little spidery hands could. The gesture would have been adorable, kind of like a cat, had Spiderman not had super strength. 

At some point, Spiderman had gotten the lower part of his mask up enough to bite one of Deadpool’s fingers off- which forced the merc into giving up on lowering the mask again. 

So here he was, carrying a Spiderman that no longer lay in his arms but instead climbed him like some jungle gym, throwing off his balance everytime he moved.

His suit was full of scratch marks, ripped in areas, his mask had a chunk of it ripped away along with his cheek but its ok because it was kind of like a sort of a kiss…just more teeth involved. 

Spiderman was restless, unable to stop moving as he stuck to Deadpool’s back, climbing down, under his arms, until he was now sticking to Deadpool’s chest and belly.

With a heavy huff, the mercenary focused on keeping balance, tilting his body back so Spiderman wouldn’t drag him down with his weight. 

He lightly placed a hand on the man’s back to help but once he received a hiss he instantly let go (he’d like to keep his fingers, thank you very much).

Deadpool’s home had never been a place he’d like to go, if he had to be honest. He enjoyed his time out doing jobs and helping Spiderman more than he liked being alone with his thoughts and alone and just… sad. 

When not busy he usually went to Sister Margret’s, just to avoid being home…

But right now, as he approached the door, keys out and unlocking the damned thing, he never felt more relieved as he lightly pushed Spiderman off himself (I know, shocker) and allowed the other to run rampage in the house.

“Make…yourself at home” he said inbetween breaths as he closed the door, watching the little spidery guy climb the walls. 

“Spidey” Deadpool called before recalling earlier events “Peter” he corrected, watching the man turn his hand masked face to wards him “come here” he made his way to the sofa, patting the empty side besides him.

Spiderman paused, crawling to the opposite side of the room ceiling, down the walls that were closer to the empty side of the couch. He stopped, moved and stopped, moved and stopped.

Deadpool watched with fascination, as he suddenly leaped and landed just on the back of the couch, the act nearly tipping the furniture over before Spidey quickly sat on the location Deadpool earlier pat down.

“wow…ok” Deadpool said as his spidery friend crouched besides him instead of sitting, he stared forwards where the tv was off, posture high that somehow made Wade think of a dog awaiting praise.

“Well done, Peter” Wade said more as a joke but when Spiderman snapped his head towards him, mouth curled in a pleased smile that had his fangs poking out, he couldn’t help squeal and reach over to pat the man.