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Empire State of Mind

Smut.

Situationship (n.)
When one or two motherfuckers take part in a relationship, but out of fear of making things serious or messy, do not label it, leading to said relationship, ironically, becoming more serious and messier.

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What happens when you throw Public Enemy Number 1 and the Merc with the Mouth into a 'relationship' together?

You get (non)sexual frustration, communication (or lack there of) and a fuck ton of bad ideas.

Perhaps a heart to heart is in order.

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When it came to the nightlife of New York City in 2020, catching a glimpse of Spider-Man swinging through wasn't an unfamiliar sight. In fact, it was quite common for people to spot the masked vigilante on his nightly patrol, no matter what season it was. Drunk barhoppers and club goers would cheer if they saw him swing by, people heading into work for the night shift would look and watch before going on with their day... It became an everyday routine, almost.

Sometimes, though, there were things that interrupted said routine. Putting a stop to crimes was a given, helping out the homeless happened sometimes too... But in other instances, the interruption ended up being a certain someone.

"Deadpool."

That name left Spider-Man's lips like it were a curse when he spotted the mercenary on the rooftop of an abandoned apartment building. This wasn't the first time that Deadpool was found here, and it definitely wasn't going to be the last.

In fact, this is where most of their late night rendezvous took place.

The merc with the mouth was laying on his back, his hands folded behind his masked head as he stared up at the sky. Peter knew that this was being done on purpose, Deadpool was 'attempting' to look innocent, like he just so happened to be there. Obviously, being there was calculated, given that the building was at least 6 stories tall.

Why else would he be up here at 2 in the damn morning? Why else would he be on Spidey's patrol path at just the right time?

Clearly, he wanted something.

Begrudgingly, Spider-Man had no choice but to make a landing and see what this 'friend' of his needed.

Swinging his way over, he landed on the bulkhead of the building, staring down at the mercenary as he crouched on top of it. His landing was soft, but it was enough to alert Deadpool. The masked man tilted his head back and arched his body so he could see behind him, letting a 'surprised' gasp slip from his lips.

"Oh, hello! Didn't see you there. I was just doing some stargazing."

As Deadpool spoke, he adjusted his position and rolled onto his stomach. Kicking his legs and resting his hands under his own chin like a goddamn school girl, he seemed to be trying to keep up that innocent façade.

The problem, though?

There were never stars visible in New York City, and both of them knew that.

Those words mixed with that shift in position irked Spider-Man. He tried hard to make it not noticeable, but the silent treatment he was giving him was doing all of the talking for him. He kept his pose, clearly tense and looking like he was ready to strike at any moment.

Deadpool definitely noticed the tension in the hero's body language, but he didn't let that faze him one bit. He, instead, chose to continue speaking as he let one hand trace patterns on the concrete underneath him while the other hand supported his chin.