"Oh for the love of god." Peter put his head down on his desk.
His phone had been ringing all day and it was going again. He knew giving Deadpool his name would have some sort of black lash, but this was unexpected. The man had apparently looked him up and got his work number off the site and was calling him non-stop with questions about Spider-man. If Peter were to compare, Deadpool was getting worse then Jamerson, and that was a statement.
Something had to be done, Deadpool was trying to locate Spider-man and peter cussed as he realized he brought this upon himself by not manning up and telling the mercenary he wasn't wanted as a hero. He made plans, after work, since the HYDRA didn't seem to be as actively after him as he thought, Peter would slip into his suit and confront Deadpool.
"I mean how hard can it be?" Peter asked himself. "All I gotta do is walk up to him and say, 'hey, you didn't get the job. better luck next time kiddo.'"
He sighed as the phone stopped, then started again. At this rate Peter wasn't going to get any work done, sure he was a photographer, but he had other work to get done too. He was an editor, double checking articles before they were sent to press, and he was also in charge of making sure the site was up to date and had the latest information. He couldn't focus with all that ringing, and he was worried that eventually Jamerson would complain about it too. He already had enough of his boss for today, from receiving a lecture for being late - again.
Peter couldn't take it anymore as the phone entered it's next loop again. Deadpool was leaving voice mails now too which he would delete without listening because any thing Deadpool had to say to a random reporter he just met couldn't possibly be important. Shoving away from his desk, Peter stood up, walked over to his phone, followed the plug and unplugged the phone from the wall. Finally piece and quiet.
The quiet only lasted all of 10 minutes, if that. Suddenly, Peter's cellphone was ringing now, the same as his office phone. He groaned as the same number showed up on the caller I.D. He swore he was going to kill Deadpool the next time he saw him. Maybe that'd be a good stress reliever sometimes for his normally good-guy attitude about not killing anyone, Since the man couldn't die it was like murder without actual murder. Hell, maybe he could sew closed his mouth so he didn't have to listen to the sewage that poured out of it anymore. Seemed like a bad marketing plan to do that though.
Taking a deep breath Peter picked up his cell and answered it. "What."
"Hey! Peter!" Wade cheerfully responded on the other end. "Remember me? I'm the guy you met on the street this morning, actually bumped into, actually you were going so fast you almost ran me over. Like, wow. But yeah it's me. I also called earlier saying that I wanted some scoop on Spider-Man, and like we lost connection or something? Haha. I kept trying to call back and it kept going to voice mail I don't know if you got them or not but uh you should check. That or maybe the phone service in that place is really bad. You should so do something about that, I can recommend you to a guy-"
"Wade." Peter finally got a chance to cut him off. "How did you get this number?"
"Oh your cellphone?" Wade responded with a question. "I called the main office, they recruited me to your friend, nice little redhead, Mary Jane I think her name is. I'd defiantly bone her, and you're only in the friend zone? wooow."
"Wait, wait what!? You'd what!? I mean I'm not saying she's not defiantly that kind of material but we're just friends cause... wait no, Stop. Stop talking about my friend."Peter stumbled over his words, he was a little protective over his friend, she was in fact very attractive, although he'd always seen her as a friend. They tried to date once or twice but it just wasn't working out for them, so friend zone it was. But Wade calling her hot just offset him. He didn't want his best friend to end up dating a manic like Deadpool. He'd probably kill her.

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A Spider's Guide to Heroism
FanfictionWhen a bounty is placed on a famous wall-crawler, Deadpool is the first up to bat. Saying so is easier said then done however as the Merc With a Mouth finds himself struggling to pull the trigger. Perhaps there is more to life than guns, crime, sex...