The Pain I Can't Heal

The Next Morning

              Next morning he got up with tear stains on his pillow and on his nose and cheek. He washed his face and put his Spider-Man suit back on, he slipped out the window and swung building to building. He still felt down, he didn't know why but it felt like part of him was gone forever. He heard screaming, he swung to where he heard it coming from. He stayed hidden as he watched men in robber hats being murdered. The person who was killing them was wearing a red and black spandex suit. He had katanas and guns, the way he moved was almost hypnotizing. It wasn't long until he was stabbed in the back. He spit out blood, now he was dead Peter thought not giving it a second thought. He was shocked to see the spandex guy finish off the men. He swung down to the man and cleared his throat.
"Oh hi"
"Um, hi." Peter stood there. "Why did you murder these people?"
"That's my job, I'm a mercenary." He scoffed, "they did something bad, so I killed them." He laughed as if it didn't matter that they were human.
"But they still had lives!" Peter became frustrated.
"So did the people that they murdered." Peter grew silent, "so you wanna take the knife out of my back?" Peter walked over to him and placed his hand on his back and pulled the knife out.
"Who are you?" The man stiffened and look down.
"Deadpool..." his voice was suddenly saddened.
"Well, nice to meet you Deadpool." Peter said looking at Deadpool who was now looking down.
"Yea....nice to meet you too." Peter noticed that Deadpools voice was low and saddened. "I um, I'm gonna go now." He left and never looked back.
"Well...that was weird.." Peter shrugged it off and continued to swing around the city.