Insecurities (Spideypool)

Chapter 1 Beautiful day

A/N

Disclaimer: i don't own the characters or the cover art

This is my first fanfic, please be gentle/

This didn't really go as planned, Peter thought. His arm hurt like hell and he was pretty sure his leg was broken. From were he was trapped under the truck he could just see the Green Goblin flying away on his hoverboard while cackling manically.

He tried pushing the truck of with the one arm that was free, but it was no use. He was stuck. Again. For the third time that week. 'Fuck.' He mentally prepared himself for the lecture Aunt May was going to give when he turned up late to their weekly family dinner.

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He'd nearly dozed off when he was suddenly interrupted by someone he really didn't want to deal with right now.

'Hi, Webs! How are you doing? It's a beautiful day isn't?'

He looked up to see Deadpool standing over him. 'Yes, it is, I guess.' He muttered half-asleep, relieved someone had finally come to rescue him.

'Well, then what are you doing lying on the ground?!' In one swift move, he pulled Peter out from under the truck, Peter nearly falling over when he was suddenly back on his feet. Deadpool quickly caught him, before his mask settled into a frown and he said: 'Hey Webs, you don't look so great.'

'Yeah. Could you do something for me?'

'Anything for you, Spidey.' Deadpool said in a dramatic tone, looking him in the eyes as though he was made of chimichangas.

'Take me to the hospital.' Was all Peter could manage before his eyesight went black.

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Peter woke up pretty well-rested, having had more sleep than he had in months. The massive headache he was sporting was slightly less fun, but he would manage. As he sat up he realized he was also no longer wearing his suit. Thank god Deadpool had thought to change him into something else. The guy was actually smarter than he let on.

A nurse walked into the room, offering him a glass of water and quickly checking his conditon.

'Well, mister Parker, you're very lucky. Your arm isn't broken, but your leg is. It will heal in a month, but you need to take it easy for a while.'

'I will do, thank you.'

'Oh, and before I forget, your boyfriend left you a present.' The nurse said as he gestured to the gigangantic fruit basket on the bedside table, while Peter nearly choked to death on his glass of water.

'He's not my boyfriend, he is just a friend!' Peter croacks.

'Ah. Young love.' The nurse sighs with a smile on his face, before walking away to check up on another patient.

Peter gingerly looks at the fruit basket about the size of a skippy ball and wonders if Deadpool booby trapped it. For lack of something better to do, he grabs it anyway and puts it his lap. It's filled with chimichangas, no surprise there.

Underneath it he sees a glimmer of blue and realizes Deadpool put his suit in the basket. A note that says Baby Boy is attached to the basket, and Peter inwardly curses Deadpool. He opens the note, surpised to find that the handwriting is actually pretty neat, never mind the fact that all the i's are dotted with little hearts and the entire thing is written in pink.

Dear Webs, he reads, next time you actually follow my advice to relax more, please don't do it under a truck. My heart can't take another shock like that, Princess.
Love, your favorite person
Hint: it's me

Peter smiles. He doesn't really know Deadpool that well, but he does consider them friends. Deadpool respects his rules, he respects Deadpool, that's about it. Yet he finds himself drawn to Deadpool, if only because of his childlike nature.

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