Spideypool one-shots

The Bet

Not set in MCU kind of an AU of mine sort of like a Marvel's Spidermen and comic mix all you really need is Peter and Harry are friends who are about 25 and make a bet

Peters POV

The condensation from the glass I was holding slicked my skin. "what?'

"A bet on who can sleep with the most famous person," Harry said as if he had said it a thousand times for all I knew he had I had been so spaced out I also blamed myself for being drunk and spaced on aggreging to the bet. The bet was who could sleep with the most famous person without me using Spiderman and without him playing the rich Osborn card within the month.

So here I was outside of the nicest gay club in New York. I knew I had a bigger chance of pulling someone there than with women I had never considered myself to be gay or bi or anything but to win this bet I would do pretty much anything to win this bet. (you may have guessed I was a little competitive) even if that meant bottoming for a man. I sadly knew I was what the gay community called a twink and that women would rather sleep with a large man like Harry than with me and men would rather sleep with someone smaller than them (I know that's not always true), so I had come here.

Harry and I had gone shopping for an outfit to wear on our night out he had bought a multitude of nice suits I had brought a black suit jacket a fishnet shirt and stockings and leather short shorts. I had done my hair up to a bit of product held it back not enough to stay in please if tonight went as planned though.

I walked into the club I knew this would work a couple of men had even flirted with me when I was just buying the clothes so now I'm wearing them I should get someone. This would work, right?

My shoes clicked as I walked. I had chosen 6-inch pencil heels also glossy black with pointed tips people looked at me as I walked in and I pretended not to notice them I paid the entry fee, also Harry's money because that's what friends are for right, stealing money from.

I pretended to be unbothered by the eyes undressing me and I walked straight to the bar when I saw him.

Wade Wilson

The most famous and dangerous mercenary known to man 96 known kills probably hundreds more unaccounted for and the richest person EVER. I had to try this would beat anything Harry could ever do. I might enjoy myself just a little bit too

I knew he was Deadpool I had gone on patrol with him a couple of times as Spiderman. He'd killed people, I'd yelled at him for it, good times

He had flirted with me then so why not now? I gathered my courage and walked up to him. He was stirring at the bottom of his glass, lost to the world.

"A rum and coke for me, hold the coke, and what about you I said switching from talking to the bartender to Wade.

Wade seemed to snap out of his trance "I'll take a cranberry-grapefruit vodka. I know it's called a Sea Breeze. Don't make me say it." He said sounding tied. He paused to look at me and changed his tone.

"Hey, shouldn't I be the one buying you drinks" he said in a much livelier flirty tone looking me up and down. I somehow both feel self-conscious and more confident at the same time. I decide to bite the bullet I know if I get to know him more I probably won't want to do this anymore and I'll have to start again with someone else.

"So, I rented a room back there" I pointed behind me "Want to visit it?" I said in a similar tone to his own.

"Why so fast you tryna get paid or something?"

"No just want a good fucking and you looked like the man for the job," I said moving my hands over his back. I was enjoying this. Maybe I was a little gayer than I thought. Huh. Still, I continued.