SpideyPool one-shots

"Who the hell are you?"

"Who the hell are you?"

New York's most famous man stood there; on the skyscraper's roof edge, with his arms wide and his eyes closed. The city buzzed below, unaware of him standing dangerously on the edge of the massive building. It was a chilly at this time of night, the temperature was dropping as the winter season was rapidly approaching.

Peter decided to take a short break from patrolling the city and let the wind entice and calm him. Peter leaned forward as his adrenaline kicked in from the height at which he was standing. He opened his eyes as his spidey-senses alerted him of someone else's presence on the roof.

"Nice ass."

Peter stepped back and turned around quickly, shooting a web in the disembodied voice's direction.

"Woah there Spidey!" The man exclaimed, jumping out of the way of the web and into Peter's view. His red suit reminded Peter of himself. Except, this guy, had 2 katanas across his back, and he had no other colors on his clothing other than red, black and white.

Peter glared at the spandex-clad man standing 30 feet away. "Don't call me that."

The man raised his hands in mock surrender. "No need to bite Kitten, I mean no harm to you or your city." He said, saluting New York's hero, also know as Spiderman.

"Dont call me that." Peter repeated. "My name is Spiderman to you." He flicked his wrist out and flung a web onto the mysterious man's mask-covered mouth.

Deadpool chuckled through the web and thought to himself. -Fiesty, I like it.- He drew one of his katanas from his back and Peter tensed, ready to fight if necessary. Deadpool just cut a hole into the web and as much as he could, he cut off, before putting the katana back.

"That wasn't very nice bubble butt." Deadpool tsked, wagging his finger at Peter.

Peter scoffed. "Who the hell are you?" He asked, placing a hand on his hip and shifting his weight to his right leg.

Deadpool rubbed the back of his head shyly. "I'm Deadpool." He said outstretching his hand towards Peter.

Peter chuckled. "You're too far away for a proper handshake."

Deadpool smiled under his mask. "I know." He thought for a moment and decided to ask. "I'm moving closer. Try not to shoot me.with your white stuff."

Peter rose a brow at Deadpool and shook his head. His spidey-senses were off, telling him he wasn't in danger.

Deadpool stopped next to Peter and looked over at him. "What's up short stuff?"

Peter scoffed, a small smile playing at his lips. "How's the weather up there, Slinderman."

Deadpool gasped and stumbled, clutching his chest. "How could you?" He said, feigning being wounded. "I have a face -not a very pretty one- but a face nonetheless." He said, strightening himself and taking a retaking his place next to Peter. "Besides, I'm not even that tall."

Peter shrugged, their conversation continuing with a few lame insults and corny pick-ups along the way. Leading to a whole new world of friendship.
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