A Spider's Guide to Heroism

Chapter Twenty

    Peter swung around a corner and latched onto the side of the large apartment building complex. It was well late into the night by the time he got home. He sighed and scaled the wall, not wanting to wake any of the other tenants of the building as he made his way to the windows of his own apartment. He stopped at a window which he left open, not afraid of people breaking in due to being so high up on the 6th floor. He casually pushed the window up and climbed in, shutting it behind himself, a routine he was used to.
    His suit melted away, condensing and turning back into the wrist watch it was before. It was almost in sync with him, as if it could tell he was done with being Spider-Man for the day. He sighed in relief, gently rubbing the watch as if condoning the SY-8 for it's good behaviour. "Fury doesn't know what he's talking about." He said aloud, looking around his apartment. "You're not trouble at all, and you're helpful."
    he walked over to the table by the couch which had his phone hooked up and sitting on it. He saw the red blinking light from the window and knew what it meant, messages. He checked them, all of them from Aunt May, worried she hadn't heard from him awhile and now he wasn't answering his phone. One of the last messages said she would be coming to visit tomorrow morning just to double check that things were okay, and give him an earful for ignoring her calls.
    Peter sighed, he was too tired to deal with that for now, and would leave it for when she showed up in the morning, it was awhile since she visited anyway and tomorrow was Saturday so he was off the hook for work as well. He was tempted to take the day off as Spider-Man too but that was a full time job he could never take a break from. He just hoped that Fury wasn't tracking him down for escaping and would end up barging in with a SWAT team while he's sitting having some tea with Aunt May.

    Peter cleaned himself up in the bathroom, then proceeding to flop down on his bed. He's been really tired the past couple days with all the excitement on the go. He could use a good rest and sleep in. He thought about today and what happened, he was still a little upset at Deadpool and annoyed with Fury. Deadpool had potential he didn't know how to use, but Peter game him a chance he probably didn't deserve and that caused even more issues to arise. He couldn't help, now that he was alone, to think about what happened, how he acted, and maybe about the fact that he was indirectly responsible for the deaths of the people Deadpool murdered.
    "What if I... just kept trying to help him? Kept an eye on him instead of doing my own thing?" Spider-Man talked to himself. "I should of offered to help him so he could help others... I screwed up." He turned onto his back, staring at the ceiling now. "I shouldn't of been so hard on him, shouldn't of gotten angry, all this stuff was new to him I should of been more patient with him."
    The intrusive thoughts continued to prod at his mind. "I keep saying everyone deserves a chance everyone can be good but yet I got so angry when he screwed up, I didn't want to give him another chance...I should of." He sighed. "I couldn't even say I'm sorry. He doesn't even know Peter is Spider-Man and he as Wade was just looking for a friend and I still got angry with him. What is wrong with me!"
    The vision of the small fight he had with Deadpool crossed his mind. Deadpool couldn't even speak without Spider-man beating him up, he felt so angry, so betrayed... he had an urge and wanted to punch him even harder than he did... He scowled recalling how he kicked Deadpool, even though he was already taken down and was just there helpless and couldn't fight back. "That wasn't me... I'm not like that...."
    Peter yawned, he was too tired to be thinking clearly. "I'll... I'll worry about everything in the morning, probably set things right if I can. I'm sure it'd be easy to talk to him now that he's in maximum containment." He turned to his side and closed his eyes, already starting to fall asleep. He didn't even notice the missing weight of the wrist watch that once rested on his arm.

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    Deadpool yanwed. He was hanging around outside the apartment building fury told him Spider-Man lives. He didn't give the exact room address and ordered Deadpool to not go looking out of respect for Spider-Man's identity. He'd question why Fury got to know his identity, but then again Fury knew everything about Deadpool as well as the other supers. He figured it was just the privileges of being the leader of a large secret services-like organization.
    Deadpool was camping outside now, looking for any suspicious activity. He figured he'd be allowed to sleep, but now with this new mission and goal he was given, he really didn't want to risk screwing up at all. His job was to watch Spider-Man and make sure he didnt do anything bad, and that was what he was going to do. He technically didn't really need sleep anymore, if he tried he could push for several days without it because any damage that would come from over exhaustion would be covered by his healing factor... but damn was it a bad habit he had, being naturally lazy unless he actually had to do something. Sleeping was almost like a hobby to Deadpool, he liked to just relax and not care about anything at times, and to enjoy his interesting, although questionable dreams... unless he was having nightmares of which he would be staying awake for serveral days anyway. "Sleep is for the weak."