Peter Parker the Mercenary

Backstory time!

A minute later he was joined by none other than Deadpool himself. "So Pooly, you my new Avengers babysitter?" Peter quips. "Not really. No. I just... wanted to talk." Wade says nervously. "Well. I'm all ears." Peter jokes mirthlessly. "How are you feeling?" Wade asks conversationally. "Half way between being burned alive from the inside out and that time a supervillian threw a car at me while I wasn't looking." Peter spits out honestly. Wade ignores the venom in his words and asks, "A supervillian? I thought you avoided them like the plague." "Well I used to be in the hero business until I learned the hard way that criminals just come back and kill again." He mutters darkly. "Well...", Wade awkwardly changes the subject, "We kinda forced you to give up your identity. So, I'm Wade Wilson. Nice to meet you." He pulls off his mask slowly to reveal scars and open wounds covering his face. He has a doofy kind of grin. Suddenly the scientist in Peter sparks to the surface and he starts babbling a thousand questions about the scars and Wade's healing factor. "Dude," Wade puts his arms up in defeat, "I'll tell you my story if you'll tell me yours." Peter nods quickly, but later he'll say something about his science side getting the better of him.

Well. I was at a class trip to OsCorp when this random spider went and bit me. Then I could walk up walls, lift cars and sense when someone was going to attack me. At first I couldn't figure out what to do with my powers. I kept them a secret from everyone. I joined a fight club to make some money on the side of being a crummy photographer. When this guy stuck up the manager who just swindled me out of most of my earnings I didn't even attempt to stop him. Figured my boss deserved it. That week he killed my Uncle Ben. He had always said "With great power comes great responsibility." So I tracked down his killer and put him behind bars. After that I cleaned up my act. I used my powers to protect people. I even invented my web shooters so I could help even more people. Then Gwen, my girlfriend at the time, found out my secret. After a while she was cool with it, but she kept wanting to help me. I was fighting the Green Goblin and I found out he was really my best friend Harry. Gwen tried to solve the situatation with words, but he just flung her from the third floor in an attempt to distract me. I caught her, but the whiplash...

Anyway I went after him full force. I beat him down and when he called his hoverboard over to impale me I simply dodged it. He died gagging on his own blood and while I didn't kill him, I didn't save him either. That felt creepily satistfying. The man who killed Uncle Ben making bail and later that month he mugged Aunt May in a back alley. She must have struggled and he shot her too. It wasn't a clean shot though. She had to have spent forever in that alley bleeding out while I searched for her. *sniff* When I found him I "accidentally" suffocated him in webs. Soon Kingpin called me over to make a few hits on some guys in Hell's Kitchen and that's how I started my life as the Spider.

It was either work underground as a mercenary or be turned over to the orphanage and foster care system. I've seen what it's like in this city and I never want to go there. So I killed bad guys to save innocents. The one time I got a truly innocent mark I paid another Merc I knew to do it for me. And that's it. My fucking awful life for ya.

Wade is speechless and that's a rare state for him. This kid has been through more hardship in the last four years than he has in his entire life. He didn't know how to respond, but thankfully Peter didn't make him. "Well, you promised me a story Mr. Wilson." "Oh, yeah." he says in a hollow voice. He almost feels like patting Peter on the back and telling him it will all be okay, but he knows it won't be. He's been arrested and he'll be tried for his crimes. And with that dark thought he launches into his own take of slightly less woe.

Well when I was your age I was in foster care and I had cancer. Prostate, liver, brain, and lungs, ya know. All the things you can live without. The make-a-wish foundation showed up and my wish was to meet Captain America. He was my hero. He told me I was more brave than some soldiers he knew and that I would make a great hero. He have me his number in case I wanted to talk and he even sent me a get well soon card. A few weeks later some men from a Canadian program approached me about a experimental treatment and I figured, "I'm already dying. What do I have to lose?" Turns out they cured me of death and wanted me for a weapon. They trained me as their own personal assassin and I learned the art of swordplay and quickly became the best shot in all of Weapon X. The second I gained their trust I snuck off and called Cap. Soon the Avengers were there. They rescued me and I've stuck with them ever since.

"Well. It's been a nice chat, but I have a feeling at least one of your teammates wants to either interrogate or threaten me." Peter jokes calmly, like he doesn't mind. "Actually yes." Hawkeye walls through the door where he had been spying. "Well, I'll see you later, Peter." Deadpool grins. "Talk to ya later, Dea- um.. Wade." Wade chuckles as he wanders out the door. Hawkeye slides through the door and actually shuts it. Yellow probably muttered something like "Uh-oh." because Peter heckles, "Yeah right. Textbook scare tactics are supposed make a legendary mercenary spill his shit?" Hawkeye grins slightly, but is still obviously tense. He isn't wearing his bow or quiver, but Peter can clearly make out the bulges of several concealed weapons. Likely a handful of throwing knifes and a 9mm pistol.

"So hotshot. All of that true?" Hawkeye says with a small hint of threat in his voice. Spidey decides to be honest, "Unfortunately yes. That's my personal trip to the dark side." Peter almost growls. His face twisting in his malice to show an anger uncommon in most teenaged boys. The expression almost screamed, "How dare you listen in." Hawkeye didn't even flinch. "Well. You've been 'captured'." Hawkeye does air quotes with his fingers, "So you'll be going on trial. You can give us information on Kingpin for our friend Daredevil and get lenancy 28th your sentence. If you don't, I can personally guarantee that your cellmate will be Doc Ock." "No. You wouldn't... You couldn't." Peter squirms with mild terror in his eyes, "That freak has been perving on me and my powers since I got them!" Hawkeye throws his hands up and sighs, "It's your choice Peter." He behind to walk out the door, but Peter stops him. "Fine! Whatever you need." Hawkeye smiles genuinely and calmly says, "Okay. I'll go get you a lawyer kiddo."

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