A Spider's Guide to Heroism

Chapter Seven

    Another week had passed since the incident at King Ping's building. Peter had to wonder if Deadpool was correct by what he said about HYDRA hunting him down. He had alerted Nick Fury and S.H.E.I.L.D. about the issue, and they said they would keep a close eye on him and HYDRA. So far however, nothing out of the ordinary has happened.

    Speaking of Deadpool, Peter hadn't seen him since that day either. He wondered where he went, but also was partly glad and hoping he left the city, because he wasn't around causing trouble for Spider-Man to clean up. He did run the idea of recruiting Deadpool by Nick Fury, as he promised, but Nick shot the idea down. Saying Deadpool was too unstable, too reckless, too dangerous to be trusted. He wasn't exactly wrong, but Peter couldn't find it in himself to track down the mercenary and break to him the news.

    Right now that didn't matter, he was running late for work, again, and made the stupid mistake of trying to take the bus, avoiding HYDRA as Spider-Man by using his powers only when absolutely needed. This came to cause him grief as now he was late, and sprinting down the sidewalk, trying to make it to the Daily Bugel building.

    He had almost reached the building before tripping up and bumping into a taller man in a hoodie. Where he had been in a rush, he wasn't watching where he was going and despite having the reflexes of a spider, the man was still one of the clumsiest humans on earth. Hell, he got his powers because his clumsiness allowed for a spider to bite him.

    "Hey, watch it!" The man turned around to look at Peter, looking more then upset that Peter had ran into him.
    Peter stumbled back in shock once seeing the man's face. It was horribly scarred, he looked like a burn victim. It wasn't just any normal person who had ended up in an accident though... He'd recognize those scars anywhere.
    "Well?" The man stood up straighter, his slight height advantage making him somewhat intimidating to Peter. "It's rude to bump into someone like that without an apology."
    "Uhhh..." Peter was at a lost for words, too distracted by the fact Deadpool had in fact not left New York by now, and was standing right in front of him and seemingly had no idea that he was Spider-Man, for now at least.
    "Uhhhhh...?" Deadpool mocked looking back at Peter. "Pretty sure that's not how you say it."
    "R-right... Sorry." Peter shook his head and brought himself back to earth. Deadpool doesn't seem to recognize him, so might as well play it cool and escape. "Sorry I was in a hurry and didn't see you there."
    "Where you off to in such a rush?" Deadpool asked to Peter's annoyance.
    "Work, I was rushing to work of which I'm late for." He tried to push past the man.
    "What kind of work do you do?" Deadpool didn't seem to care starting a conversation with him was in fact making him later.
    Peter sighed, giving in as Deadpool now walked with him on his way to the building. "I work for the Daily Bugel." He responded. "I'm a photographer."
    "Oooh neato!" Deadpool did his normal thing of allowing his excitement to show too much. "Whattya take pictures of?"
    "Whatever Jamerson wants me to." Peter huffed now standing outside of the office building, still chatting and knowing that JJ is going to fire him again. "And the way he gets, mainly trying to get pictures of Spider-Man." Peter had to smirk, most images he gave Jamerson were selfies in his suit to please his boss and keep his job.

    "So you go around taking pictures of Spider-Man?" Deadpool asked curiously. "Do you ever get the chance to like... y'know... speak with him? Do you know him?"
    Peter looked at the man questionably. Why was he asking this? "Uh, Yeah I kinda know him. I mean when you're chasing the same super hero around town all the time you end up making friends, I guess?" Peter didn't know if he were to be a normal human if he would actually be friends with Spider-Man, but he just assumed he'd be friends with himself.
    "Oh so you do know him then!" Deadpool perked up. "You uh... wouldn't happen to know where he was last seen would you?"
    "Why are you asking?" Peter frowned, Deadpool was looking for him apparently, and he knew why.
    "I'm uh... I'm an old friend of his actually." Deadpool claimed. "I'm looking for him cause y'know just wanna.. chat and catch up on old times.. or something...."
    "Right..." Peter Sighed. "Look I'm late, I have to go." He started to head into the building.
    "Wait." Deadpool called out to him. "What's your name?"
    "Does it matter?" Peter cringed. "I highly doubt we're gonna cross paths again."
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours!" Deadpool offered. "I'm Wade."
Peter sighed. "Peter. Perter McLate Pants. I really have to go, it was nice talking to you, bye!" Peter now being rude, pushed opened the doors and rushed into the building.

"Hey, hey wait!" Wade attempted to reach out to him, not done his conversation but the doors closed in his face. Locking. Peter had swiped a keycard and now he couldn't get in. He let out a sigh shoving his hands in his pockets and scowling, containing on his way to the Mexican joint he had in mind.

So, Spider-Man was still in the city. Wade wasn't exactly sure where he was but he was still in the city. What's worse was that Spider-Man  seemingly lied to him. "Being a hero isn't about the fame and the fans..." is what he claimed but yet, the only lead he could find to track him down looking for answers, was from a newsboy that took pictures of the hero for the local newspaper. What a hypocrite.

Maybe Spider-Man was ignoring him and not reporting back on the possibility of him learning how to be a real hero, because Spider-Man would rather keep all the fame for himself? Why else would he want Deadpool to leave New York so badly? Wade started to wonder what else he didn't know or was mis-informed about Spider-Man? That Peter dude seemed to know quite a lot, perhaps he was one of those fanboys along with being a reporter?

He continued to walk down the street, rummaging for his phone in his pocket and then taking it out. Curious, he internet searched the name Peter. Realizing that wasn't going to work and give him the world population of Peter's, he then associated him with his workplace. Peter, Daily Bugel. Bingo, something to work with. The first result was his work profile on the newspaper company's site. Clicking it, Wade learned more about his job, and got his email and work number. He was also given his last name.

"Time to go to Facebook." He smirked, opening the app and now leaning against the wall a few blocks away from the building, letting citizens pass him by, ignoring the comments and blank stares. "Let's see here... Peter... P-a-r-k-e-r. Parker." He enter the search bar on the app.
"Huh, I wonder why  most superheroes have initials and names that are the same."
'What?'
"Oh nothing, the reader's will understand."
'...okay.'

Peter's profile eventually showed up, the man he met on the street matching the profile image. Wade clicked on it and was ready to check out more about this guy-

"Oh what the fuck." He scowled at his phone. "Profile unavailable to the public? Now how am suppose to move the plot along."  You feel Deadpool look up from his phone and stare back at you, dear reader. "On a side note, this is why you should check your privacy settings kids, You never know what creepy, ex-super hero  will try to creep your profile."

Deadpool switched back to Peter's profile on the Daily Bugel website.  Email and work-phone were the only options. And everyone knows no one answers their email now adays. So, copying the number to memory, he gave it a shot...