A Spider's Guide to Heroism

Chapter One

    A bounty.

    Wade Wilson, Guns for Hire, known as the Merc With a Mouth and fronting the crimson face of a killer known as Deadpool. Another horrible creation to stumble out of the dreaded Weapon X program, an advanced healing factor with unlimited knowledge and skill with any known weapon or combat known to man-kind mixed together with a shattered mind state, Deadpool was a machine made to kill, and he killed for his revenge. Once there was no more revenge to be had and he was well beyond the point of saving, he started killing for cold hard cash. It was no surprise when the wanted poster pinned up in the alley way caught his attention with the decent amount being offered up with its completion.

    The only thing stopping him from taking the poster's offer up right away was the tiny voice in his head asking if it was worth it. Was the cash really worth taking out New York's one and only infamous web headed menace? Sure it was, the price was generous considering no one usually takes the super hero assassinations, but was it worth the loss of a friend? Sure he could do it easily but what grounds did he have to do it on?

    'He's not your friend', the voice reminded him. From his point of view, no. From Deadpool's however? They were only the best of crime fighting team up partners someone could have ever imagine. The two had met on several occasions in the past, and Deadpool carried the upmost respect for the guy. He had nothing against Spider-Man, so why hadn't he walked away yet? Maybe it was because the funds were starting to run out and works been kinda slow. Maybe he wanted to see if he could actually pull it off? Just for the hell of it. He did kill him once already, in an alternate reality, but the one thing different between Spider-Man and himself was that Spider-Man wouldn't touch a gun with a ten foot pole. That's what ended it in the other world, a single bullet right to the skull.

     So he took the job, could you blame him? It was a challenge more then anything... Could he actually kill Spider-Man? He sure as hell was going to find out. A part of him though was very hopeful that he would in fact not succeed. It wouldn't be the first time he and Spidey had a shuffle, but it would be the first time in which Deadpool was out for blood. Hopefully Spider-Man realized that as well and wouldn't go easy on him enough to risk getting shot. If he played his cards right and was fast enough, Deadpool would fail and this whole thing would be done in less than a week.

    Well, one never knows the outcome to something that has not been tried out...

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    New York City, a fine evening and the city was hustling and bustling as usual. The daily crimes and usual bank hold-ups calmed down around this time, and it was a good thing too because the wall-crawling web head was just about beat.

    Patrol had been hard today, there was a run in with some D-Class villains who had somehow managed to get their grubby little hands on a bit of ISO-8. It was hard at first with the enhancements from the chemicals to deal with the villains, but it was also annoying trying to protect the citizens and police force, whom although trying to help out, only got in the way more then anything.

    Spider-Man eventually prevailed though, as he always would. Sending the villains off to S.H.I.E.L.D containment with a few webs was a cinch. After that a few more rounds were had, a quick web here and there to quickly put an end to the average thug and soon Spider-Man was done for the day and ready to shed his skin. A hero on the outside, yes, but under the costume, as with all the heroes these days, was just a normal guy.

    Peter Parker, graced with the powers from a radioactive spider bite at the young age of only 15, now an adult living on his own and making a living in his off time from saving the city. The only thing left to do today was swing his way home, maybe give his sweet Aunt May a little check-up call, and then get some shut eye for work again tomorrow. Or at least, that was the plan, until he found himself face-down in a dumpster in some shady alley located in the barracks of the city.