A Spider's Guide to Heroism

Chapter Four

"Trust me?" Deadpool cocked his head to the side. "Whattya mean by proving that you can trust me?"
"It is what it is." Spider-Man replied.
"Yeah okay, but how? In what ways?" Deadpool held his arms out standing behind Spider-Man. "Wanna do a trust fall? I'll catch you I swear!"
"That's not quite what I meant..." The hero gestured to the ex-mercenary. "I was thinking more along the lines of a way to 'prove your worth' to me."
Deadpool scratched his head. "I'm probably worth a few grand. You'd be surprised how many people want to get their hands on me, and oddly not all of them are for research reasons."
Spider-Man sighed. "No, you're still not getting it." How could someone be so cunningly witty and still so dense at the same time? "I want you to take on a few smaller deeds around town. Like a bank robbery but not on such a large scale as a heist..."
"Oh so it's like a video game, do these missions to unlock the better more fun missions?" Deadpool made a poor comparison.
"Sorta, but you play by different rules here." Spider-Man explained. "If I'm gonna trust you to run around New York, you gotta really promise me you'll do it by my rules."
"Okay, I promise." Deadpool replied.

"Well there's really not much to restrain..." Spider-Man said. "One rule." He stood in front of Deadpool and made his tone more stern and clear. "Under no circumstances are you to take a life. No killing."
"Sure thing." His reply was unexpected. "I mean there's more ways to handle people then with a bullet to the head, right?"
Spider-Man blinked. "Yeah there is... You're good at hand to hand combat, right?"
"I can un-alive a man in seven different ways using nothing but my bare hands." Deadpool replied nonchalantly.
Spider-Man raised a hand. "Okay good, great. You do that but drop the 'killing' thing out of the equation."
"Okay, I get the point." Deadpool rolled his eyes. "I promise I won't leave a death toll."
"You sure?"
"Positive."

There was a silence between the two until the taller of the two spoke again.
"So uh, how long do I gotta do this minor patrol for?" He asked cocking his head to the side looking for an answer.
"I'll give you a week." Spider-Man replied. "If everything goes well and you actually succeed, I might consider letting you go on patrol with me." He stepped back ready to take his swing. "But if I find out you've killed a single person-"
"Un-alived."
"What?"
"I'd prefer if you said un-alived. Y'see the K-word is a little bit of a mental tick and hearing it frequently is really starting to agitate me."
Spider-Man shrugged. "Okay, whatever works if it keeps you from doing that." He continued. "But if I ever find out that you've 'un-alived' someone, the deal's off and you agree to leave and never come back."

These restrictions were foreign to Deadpool given the fact he was so used to being told to kill that suddenly being told not to threw a bunch of stuff out of whack but honestly... If it'd make him feel better and actually achieve something he'd wanted so much in life for so long, then to hell with the old and in with the new. How hard could it be to control one's self under certain situations?

"I promise I won't let anything bad happen to anyone and I won't cause anything bad to happen either." Deadpool replied. "I won't un-alive anyone and prove to you that you can trust me. You have my word."
"Alright then." Spider-Man nodded.
"So, when can I start?" Deadpool asked.
"Now." With that the spider finally took his leave, swinging around the block and out of the novice's sight.

Deadpool stood in silence. He looked at the ground, back at the scene that he caused and then glanced at a road leading elsewhere in the city. "I guess we're starting now." He said as he descended from the rooftop and headed off in that direction. "Besides, how hard could this be?"

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Very hard.

Turns out it would be very hard for one to control one's self under given situations.