Spideypool fanfic

To Be

My tongue sticks out subconsciously as one leg dangles out from the rooftop edge I sit on, my back pack laying open beside me, sketch pad lying on my lap as I draw.
"Woah I never knew you could draw Spidey!" My pencil and sketch pad go flying in the air as I jump clean out of my skin! My heart beat pumps so loud I swear anyone within a ten block radius will hear it!
"Calm down Jumpy." A deep familiar voice chuckles.
"Not you again." I say but secretly I feel this odd thing, I've never felt before... Hmmm... Weird.
"Oh come on you couldn't wait to see me, admit it." I turn around to face Deadpool who is holding my sketch book and pencil.
"Look! I have proof! You were even drawing me!" He dangles the unfinished sketch of him in front of me. I've always found it helps to clear my head when I draw, especially if I draw whatever's been on my mind lately, but I can't let him know that!
"Oh come on it's not what it looks like give that back!" I reach for it but due to his strong and tall build he holds it up where I can not reach even on my tippy toes!
"Ah ah ah Spidey didn't say please. Didn't you're mamma teach you any manners?" Anger builds inside me, resulting in a growling noise escaping through clenched teeth and me elbowing Deadpool in the stomach for what he said.
As the element of surprise and temporary pain hits him, he gasps and drops my stuff, allowing me to catch it.  Holding his middle a moment, hunched over, he laughs a little, "Or that always works."
"I never knew my mother." I snap, shutting him up, but now it's my turn to be surprised as such sympathetic sorrow crosses his masked face, I'm set off guard again.
"I'm sorry... I forgot..."
"What do you mean you forgot?" He knew? He can't possibly know unless he knows who I really am...
"Nothing!" He chuckles and hops down from the roof yelling, "Nice drawing by the way! Don't forget to draw my huge dick!"
My face flushes, thank god I have my mask on!
Shoving my stuff quickly in my bag I hop after him.
"You are a dick! That's it! You're so getting it!"
Deadpool laughs and runs, flipping past several buildings, I follow and soon catch up, a smug smile on my face as I swoop down, swinging from my web and grab him.
"Ah!" He calls out and grips onto me tight like a child would, making me laugh again and blush slightly. What's with this blushing business?!? Ugh.
"Hehe..." A nervous laugh bubbles from him as he looks at me.
I find a goofy smile on my face... He is kinda cute... Wait what?!? I did not just think that!
Swinging up to a building rooftop I put him down.
"Awww the rides over already!" He complains. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms.
"You remind me of a little kid disappointed after finishing a roller coaster ride."
He smirks so clearly, oh no what have I gotten myself into?!
"Well this little kid will ride you anytime." Winking, he comes closer to me as I blush and stumble back a little.
Catching me so off guard, I trip, unable to catch myself, yet in one smooth motion, Deadpool wraps an arm around my waist and back, catching me like we're doing the dip in a dance or something.
The heat burning my face is unreal! All I can feel is the tingling sensation of his body against mine, w-why is this happening?! I've never felt this before...
For some reason I can't move, my body's all frozen and he's locked my gaze. H-how is he doing this?!? Is he using some magic charm or something?!?
His hand comes up and lifts my mask just over my lips, I feel the knot in my stomach tighten, and butterflies - what is this?!? Why is my body reacting this way?!? What's happening to me?!
Deadpool comes ever so close, he doesn't pull up his mask though... I wonder why... Then I remember what he said about his lips, how his scarred lips were great kissers. So his lips have scars, no big deal... Maybe he thinks it's a big deal... Oh great now I really want to see his lips... Ugh, what's happening to me?!?
"I... I..."
"You have a girlfriend, I know but-" Deadpool's cut off when I push away, the thought of Gwen Stacy gives me the strength to move away, even if I can barely do it, even if when I do get out of his grasp, I want back in... Against the warmth of his large body... But I can't. Because he's right I do have a girlfriend and I cant afford any I value my loyalty.
We sort of stand statue figures for a moment. For some reason I don't really want to leave... And neither does he I guess. The element of surprise takes me as he sighs, something I don't believe was meant to be so loud enough for me to hear, and he turns, throwing one last glance over his shoulder at me then disappearing as he jumps down.
Rushing over to the ledge, I spot nothing, no Deadpool in sight... Hmmmm... Weird? Cool? Ugh whatever.
I spin my web to a taller building, and glance one more time where I last saw Deadpool, before swinging off back home.
Entering my room through the window by the fire escape, my hands rip my mask off! Staring down at it laying there... Who am I?
"PETER!"
Ceiling....how'd I end up on the ceiling?!? I drop back down, heart still screaming in my chest, "Yeah Aunt May?!" I call back, groaning at my jumpiness. Jumpiness, jumpiness... Is that even a word?
"Gwen Stacy just called! She wants to know if you're okay!"
Why would she call for that?!
"Uh... Yeah I'm fine!"
"Well she's waiting for you at the Café you were suppose to meet her at for your Anniversary!"
Oh shit! Not again!
I move at super speed, dressing up, my Spidey suite beneath my fancier closes, shoving on my mask so I can swing and get there faster, swooping down and running as I flip a bill to this guy at a flower stand and grab a pack of roses. "Thanks!" I call to him and spin my web so I'm swinging to the Café.
Dropping down in mid air in front of her, my mask and gloves off so I hide my Spidey costume, Mary Jane jumps back a little frightened.
"Sorry." I hold up the flowers, she doesn't smile though.
"Peter..." Sighing she shakes her head, "I'm allergic to roses."
What?!? Since when?!?
"I told you this last time you got me some..." The disappointment in her tone and face just makes me feel like such a dick... So I throw the roses in my back pack that's still strapped to my back.
"I'm sorry, look I'll make it up to you okay?" I try taking her hands in my own but she only pulls them away from me and steps back.
"Gwen?"
"Don't Peter. Just go."
"W-what do you mean?" My head bounces back and forth, somehow I know exactly what's happening but... I try convincing myself that's not it...
"Oh don't make me say it Peter! Don't make me the bad guy!"
"What?!? You aren't the bad guy please Gwen don't do this!" I try taking her hands in mine again but she just sighs and steps away, her hands slipping out of mine.
"No Peter... Look, you're an amazing guy, and you're still my best friend, but let's face it, that's all we really are! You never remember our anniversary, or my birthday, we barely do anything that girlfriends and boyfriends would do, we basically do the same thing we did as friends! Look, just go please... I don't want to do this anymore... It's for the best if we just stay good friends."
She looks me dead in the eye... It's like she punches me right in the face though, I stumble back a bit and then my head hangs in shame.
"I'm sorry..." Is the last thing I say before running off, shoving my mask on before spinning my web back to a rooftop, tearing off my fancier clothes so it's only my spider man costume on... That's all it is... A stupid costume! I scream and punch the edge of the building, making the brick crack and slide off. Hot anger boils inside me like the lava to a volcano! Anger! Anger! Anger! Anger! Anger! I'm mad at me! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! My arms flail around in my tantrum.
I sit on the edge, chest heaving, until my eyes catch my back pack lying half open on the roof, the roses sticking out.
"STUPID ROSES!" My yelling booms as I grip the stupid flowers in my hands and launch them as hard as I can over the side of the building, my body then collapsing to the rooftop as tears swell in my eyes.
"Why me... WHY ME?!? I HATE MYSELF!!!!!! AHHHHHHH!" My face buries itself in my hands, body curling up in a ball as I cry. I normally don't cry. It's strange. I'm not really crying because Gwen broke up with me... That doesn't bug me so much, but it's the fact that it doesn't bug me that bugs me, it's everything just building up, the failure that I am, stupid jock I've become, no good at anything, I just hate myself so much!
I look over the city with tears eyes. Maybe I should go fight. And get yourself killed?!? Yeah, no one needs Spider-Man or Peter Parker anyway... So it doesn't matter anymore...
My head feeling heavier than it ever has, body almost weighing a ton every limb, I leave my back pack and everything on that roof. I leave myself on the rooftop and swoop down to action.
I don't care if I get hurt and maybe that's what makes my moves more lazy, more heavy... Maybe that's what makes me more vulnerable.
I fight off a couple of easy guys trying to rob a bank, another dude that's steeling from a girl, and then I come across this group of strange people. Two girls, three guys. I don't see them clearly until I sneak to the rooftop above the alley their in. Gasping when I notice the first chick has cat ears and a cat tail, whiskers and a cat nose. The second chick has bony wings sticking out of her back and huge long nails that look immensely sharp! I feel bad for anyone that pisses her off... Wait... I'm about to do that... Whoops hehe!
One guy almost seems normal if it weren't for his large jacket that makes me suspicious about something, my spider senses going off the charts! The second dude has spikes sticking out of him like a porcupine... Or maybe a blow fish! I almost laugh at that and blow my cover! And this last guys is all pale, like whiter than pale! Like whiter than whiter than pale! With this slick black hair and creepy red eyes. I feel chills entangling with my bones as they creep up my spine. Whatever, they are creepy and don't look very nice and my spider senses are going off, aaaaaaaaaaand, they're loading stolen stuff in a large van. Hmmmm... They're dead.
"Now. You guys can chose to put back the stolen goodies," who says that?!? "or be prepared to taste a wrath of pain!" Seriously I gotta work on my intimidating intro lines...
The mutants simply stare a moment, then burst out laughing.
"And what's a little spider like you gonna do huh?" Kitty asks with attitude.
"Hahaha!" I mock laugh, "what am I gonna do?! Hmmm... I dunno maybe this!" I spin a burst of web straight at her face! Gluing her to the wall with it, man I'm a genius!
The men rush towards me but I spin a web and shift out of the way.
"Hey if someone doesn't poke breathing holes in that web mask for her she's gonna suffocate." I point to Kitty and the other girl immediately goes over and helps her friend, poking holes for her nose so she can breath. Still the guys attack me. Nice fellas, obviously don't care about the chicks at all.
"Come on guys this never ends well for you." I attach a web to one guys head and smash it against the wall.
Red Eyes growls and heat evaporates from his eyes! They become a glowing red colour, like seriously neon, neon red! Oh shit! I'm blasted back as rays hit me, my flesh sizzling, great now my ribs are barbecued. Dam this guys gonna eat me for dinner! I don't wanna be a rib dish! Bet he'd use my blood for barbecue sauce...
My own thoughts cloud my mind, I gotta stop doing this to myself!
Glass clanks together as I groan and sit up from landing right on the van window, literally nailed it!
The guy goes to blast me again, but I hop out of the way right before he nails the van.
"Nice one Red!" Laughing I swing on my web and kick him against the other girl that was desperately trying to get my web off of her friends face. It was kinda funny actually, and pitiful. Fitiful! Get it? Funny and pitiful... No that just sounds stupid.
"Woah!" I back up a little and the guy with the big jacket pulls out two huge pistol gun thingies, cause they definitely aren't regular guns! From beneath his jacket.
"Awww that's just wrong! And no fair I'm wearing freaking spandex and leather! I can't hide bad ass guns beneath my suite!" The guy smirks a little advancing, I sigh.
The guns lock on me and he begins rapid fire, dogging every single one now I smirk and he gulps.
"Not nice." My voice is cold as I move forward, right up until my spider senses tick off just a second too late for me to react and I feel the cold bullet enter through my back and into my shoulder.
"Ah!" Growling I attach my web to the one Spiky who shot me from behind, with a stupid normal pistol too! My other web attaches to Master Weird Gun Man, smashing them together, making Gun Man yell as Spiky picks him.
"Ouch." Commenting I take one last look at the mess I've created.
Beautiful...
I feel like laughing like a mad man just for the fun of it but... Last time I did that, about a million voice cracks decided to hit me alongside a thousand coughs so... I just spin my web and leave, hissing at the pain in my arm and ribs.
The pain distracts me so much I even forget to hang them up in my spider web like I normally do for the police! Probably should have done that...
Great now look what you've gotten yourself into! Ugh it isn't that bad-
"Ah!" An intense pain teases me, my web stopping before reaching its next target and uh oh... I'm shited. Shited, shited... Is that even a word?
My hand just has time to reach the ledge before I can fall to my utter doom, yet the pain in my ribs makes me growl and groan in struggling hurt, trying to pull myself up but I can't! I'm slipping!
"Ahh!" I barely make it an inch before a hand latches onto my wrist.
"Deadpool to the rescue!" The familiar annoying yet some how relaxing and relieving voice chants, laughing slightly as he lifts me up, still holding me out over the edge, looking me over.
"Got yerself some battle scars I see." Winking he pulls me in and sets me on my feet, my
posture immediately slumping and my good arm slightly going around my burning middle.
Deadpool sighs.
"Come on." He turns away and starts walking somewhere, does he expect me to just follow him?!?
Stopping he looks back over his shoulder, groaning, "Do you want that bullet out of you or not?!" His tone startles me slightly and I walk but wince a little at my ribs, making Deadpool smirk.
"Here let me help." Without further warning he lifts me clean off my feet bridal style! I don't know what burns more... My crispy ribs or the blush on my face!
At first I'm tense and hesitant, but as he runs I end up leaning my head on his chest, closing my eyes and trying not to pass out.
When I open my eyes, Deadpools carrying me through an abandoned apartment building, at first the place sort of stinks and is kinda dirty, but eventually we enter this fairly clean, good smelling living room area, a couple magazines open on the coffee table, and when I say magazines I mean both bullet mags and actual reading magazines! A couple cook books lay open in the kitchen on a counter... He brings me to his room and sets me down on the neatly folded bed so I'm sitting on the edge. He gets behind me with some utensils and stuff to get the bullet out.
Great this is gonna h-
"Ah!" He sticks the pieces in, working at finding the bullet in my shoulder.
"Ah! D-Deadpool be-ah! Careful! Err..." My groans make Deadpool chuckle.
"Oh come on it's not that bad!"
"Have you ever had a bucket inside you before?!?" I snap, making him chuckle again.
"Kid, I hold the record!" I groan again as he removes the bullet, panting slightly.
"I'm not a kid." He rolls his eyes at me and drops the bullet in a metal tray, walking over to a dresser where he pulls open one drawer and holds up a container full of bullets! I mean like used ones! Some are stained with blood... His blood!
"A-are those..."
Deadpool smirks triumphantly. "Yup! I lost count at 300..." He motions to the other containers filled the same thing in the rest of the drawer!
"Woah..."
"You kinda get use to it after a while." Shrugging he puts the container back and closes the drawer.
"So now that you've seen my collection and I've seen yours," he motions to the one bullet, making me feel a bit embarrassed, which of course he notices, making him smirk, "let's clean your other wound."
He bends down in front of me and examines the burn.
"Dam... Gonna have yourself a pretty nasty battle scar there Spidey." He looks up at me, making heat rise to my cheeks as he gets up and walks to the bathroom, coming back with a bottle of stuff and a first aid kit, with a cloth.
"I don't even know why I have this stuff!" He exclaims, chuckling. "Oh wait... I think I just got it for you... You know... Incase a situation like this happened." Dammit why does he keep doing that to me! Now I'm blushing even harder!
"I gotta disinfect it... It's um... Gonna hurt... Like hell... And a shit balls more than the bullet." I can see he doesn't like telling me this, I nod and let out a nervous shaky breath.
"Hey..." He lifts my chin to meet his gaze. "You're a strong Spider... You'll make it." Smiling slightly, I smile back.
Deadpool lifts me up, sitting down on the bed and putting me in his lap, facing him so my legs wrap around his waist and my arms wrap around his neck subconsciously. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one blushing.
"Ready?" He asks.
I sigh. "Nope."
"That's the spirit!" Chuckling half heartedly, he presses the cloth full of disinfectant to my wound.
At first there's the agony of waiting a second, and then I wish the waiting part would have lasted longer.
"AHHHHHHH!!!" My nails dig into his back, suit or no suit I know I'm leaving marks but he doesn't seem fazed and holds me close, my face burying in the crook of his neck, my sobs muffling into him.
"Shhhh... Shhhh... It's okay... You're okay... The worst of it is over now I promise..." His words sooth into my ears but I don't stop crying until I've exhausted completely, he takes me in his arms and lays me down gently. Disinfecting the wound hurt a lot, but that's not the only reason I'm crying... And I think he picks up on that.
"Rest... You need it..." He smiles a little in encouragement as I  close my eyes. The last thing I hear before falling asleep is...
"I'll take care of you... Don't worry..." And I know he will... And I don't worry at all... Because I'm in Deadpools care, and I couldn't have asked for a better place to be... No better place to be... To be...