After settling a hour long debate, Peter decided to give in and let Deadpool win it. He only agreed that he stole his outfit just to get him to shut up. Once that was over they parted ways when Peter said it was getting really late and he had to head home, unlike Deadpool, he did have a life outside of his mask. Deadpool seemed to understand though, and didn't seem too surprised about it, and he didn't ask about where Spider-Man lived either, which was a good thing.
Peter reached his home and jumped into the bushes for a quick costume change before he truly became himself again. Stuffing his spandex into his bag he walked up to the house's front door and put the key in. Turning the knob he walked in and was greeted with the familiar sight of a run down rental apartment. Although it didn't look like much he was glad to see it honestly. He tossed his bag on the nearby chair and collapsed on the couch.
The flashing of the house phone caught his attention. New messages left while he was out. He picked it up and checked them. Aunt May again. He felt bad that he made her worry so much, and she worried even more since he moved out but what could a guy really do about all that when your a superhero? Balancing two lives was probably harder then saving the city.
He checked the time. It was past mid-night. It was too late to return his Aunt's calls. She would call again in the morning when she woke up, she always did. Peter would answer it then, before he left to go out and join S.H.E.I.L.D. on the big mission he had been assigned. He was kinda grateful Nick Fury was willing to wait another day, it would be the weekend then, today was Friday. That meant Aunt May was the only one Peter had to lie to, and there wasn't a risk of trying to make an excuse for missing work and have to deal with the whole 'fired' routine again.
As it was stated, it was really late. Peter had been on the go all day with work and superhero duties, and honestly just being around Deadpool for an hour was enough to run anyone down. The man didn't know when to shut up and that debate honestly would of went on all night if he hadn't chose to end it then and there. Peter decided to get ready for bed, making his way to the bedroom. He had to get some sleep, tomorrow was a big day.
He found himself questioning extremely what HYDRA wanted with a cloned Symbiote and ISO-8. He was already trying to play sherlock and put all the pieces together. What was probably most interesting was that the Kingping had bought the stuff from Oscorp. Peter knew that couldn't mean anything good could come of it. Why HYDRA would want it though was another question, and why did they go after the shipment of someone else instead of just buying their own?
What worried peter the most was probably not knowing where they managed to get something to clone a Symobite. Was it a part of the original, of which he himself had studied and found it could reproduce itself, or had they made it from scratch? It was a scary thought because if that technology got out of hand, or into the wrong ones, (Thankfull HYDRA didn't want to destroy the world, just own it.) they could have a major Bioweapon on their hands. The damage it could cause would be unthinkable.
So many questions and thoughts for tomorrow ran though his head, and oddly among them, despite all the worry, Peter found himself thinking about other things. He was still stuck on the fact that with just a few weeks he had converted one of the most dangerous people he knew into a better person. Peter wondered if this was actually real at some points, was Deadpool turning over a new leaf? He kinda hoped that if he proved himself Nick Fury would tolerate him being around. Deadpool wasn't all that bad once you got past his mouth. Dare Peter say it, he actually was kinda excited to see Deadpool again. Just the thought of seeing how much more he can improve was enough to put a smile on his face.
Of course he would never admit this in a million years...
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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...