We Need You - Spideypool(DISCONTINUED)

Pool, Dead

3 Days Later

"I'm just saying, we should start asking about his life. We hardly know the guy!" Natasha and them sat in the living room as they talked about Spider-Man.

"We know tons about him!" Clint said, blowing off the whole conversation.

"Natasha is right," Steve sighed. Tony was cuddled up into his chest as they say on the couch.

"Yeah but I trust him and you trust him and Tho-" Tony stopped when Spider-Man entered the room. He wasn't in his full suit, he was wearing a pair of Clint's pants and a shirt but his mask was still on.

"Hello." He felt the awkward tension the moment he walked in. He was exhausted from crying and breaking down. They gave him a small room down the hall from Steve and Tony's and right across from Clint's. That's where he spent most of his time so far so they didn't except him to walk out abruptly.

"Hello," Bruce started, "I was wondering if I could do physical tests on you?" He stood up and looked at him hopefully.

He gulped, "Like with Jarvis or a computer program or what?" He kept his tone light. Jarvis could easily scan him and know exactly who he is and he was terrified that would happen eventually.

"I could do it myself if you'd prefer that?" Bruce smiled softly at him and he nodded.

"Great. Let's go to the lab," He gestured for Spider-Man to follow him.

Bruce went through the basics with him but he couldn't focus. Crime was bound to go up without him going out to patrol but it was hard to sneak out of the tower. He also still had to finish school but he had no idea how he'd do that.

"So may I asked what led you to need a place to stay?" He asked him like he was walking on eggshells.

"I messed up." Spider-Man out his head down after pulling the shirt back on. He didn't want to talk about it at all, not now or ever.

"Physically, your body has well adapted to your abnormality which is a good sign." He ran his hand through his hair and continued, "When did you develop this?"

He thought for a moment, "Two years ago, maybe."

"So I was right." He mumbled to himself, circling things on his clipboard, "How did this happen?"

"Long story." Spider-Man laughed half heartedly. "How about you?"

"I, uh, radioactive things. I'll explain it sometime." He shook off the conversation and they walked back upstairs.

Bruce had found nothing wrong with his body. There were no signs of physical trauma or difference in appearance aside from his lack of color but he hypothesized it was due to an emotional corruption.

He sighed and opened the door at the top of the staircase.

"You're a nuclear physicist, right?" Bruce noticed that this kid asked a lot of questions.

He sighed, "Yes." They entered the living room and Bruce sat at the chair next to Thor's and Spider-Man sat at the table behind the couch.

"You're a disgraced nuclear physicist?" Everyone turned to Spider-Man and he shrugged, he was going somewhere with this. He sat up at the table chair and waited for an answer.

"I wouldn't say disgraced but yes." Bruce crossed his arms.

"So you're like Doc Brown from Back to the Future?" Tony snorted and Clint giggled. Bruce shook his head and hid a small laugh.

"Was that a reference?" Steve asked, both him and Thor looked confused.

"Avengers!" Nick Fury's voice rang in the tower. He was on a speaker. "I need you for a mission." He commanded in a serious tone.

"Elaborate," Bruce commented.

"You are going to Russia to uncover top secret documents. Be on the roof in 30 seconds." The sound cut off and everyone rushed out.

"Will you be okay on your own?" Steve clutched Spider-Man's shoulders and he nodded.

"Yes, mother goose. I'll be fine." Steve examined him for a moment although there was no way to read facial expressions. He stood up straight and rushed away.

When everyone was gone Spider-Man let out a sigh of relief. He decided now would be a good of a time as any to get back to patrolling. The people of the city needed someone to look out for smaller situations and smaller criminals.

"I'll be back later, Jarvis." He hollered and went to the window in his usual suit. He left Clint's clothes next to the washer.

"Yes, Mr. Parker. Would you like me to inform Mr. Stark?" Spider-Man stopped dead in his tracks and turned around.

"What did you just call me?" He asked, hoping he'd heard wrong.

"Mr. Parker. That is your name."

"No. No, not anymore. Please don't tell anyone anything." He pleaded, his heart racing.

"As you wish." Spider-Man let out a breath and thanked Jarvis before jumping out of the window.

He swung around for a while and lost track of time. It was freeing, an escape. Out there, for even a second, he could forget what he lost and who he was supposed to be. For the moment none of that mattered.

"SOMEONE HELP!" And the moment was over. A man was heard from about two blocks away, he was obviously in distress.

Spider-Man hopped onto a roof, there was a small ally between that building and the one across from it. He figured that's where the yelling came from and crouched down to get a better look.

A man in red spandex wielding katanas wasn't exactly what he thought he would see. Whoever he was had a man up against the other building with a katana to his neck.

"Hey," Spider-Man jumped down. "I'm all for sword fights but don't you think this is a little much?" He quipped as he webbed them both up accidentally. They were standing too close together in his defense!

"What's the deal, pal?" He turned to the man with the katanas and shrugged at him, taking one of them to let the other guy loose. He ran without even a thank you. Spider-Man threw down the weapon and craned his neck at the man in front of him.

"What gives?! Good job, insect boy! Congrats, you let a murderer walk free!" 'We'd clap but we're a bit...'

'Don't fucking do it.' Yellow warned.

'Webbed up!' White finished with a laugh causing the man to laugh too.

"Spiders aren't insects." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "What's so funny? And what do you mean murderer? You're the only one I see." Spider-Man crossed his arms and huffed out of annoyance.

"Nothing, nothing," His laughter died down, "And for the murderer thing, yeah I was hired to kill him since he killed his son."

"Who are you?" People hired to kill in this city, a mercenary.

"Pool, Dead." He smiled through his mask, he's had to have said that a billion times. "You can call me Deadpool."

"Okay, Deadpool. My name is Spider-Man." He went out to shake Deadpool's hand but retracted immediately, "Right."

"Great meeting you, baby boy but I have placed to be." Spider-Man was a little taken aback by the nickname.

"Don't call me that. Anyway, you should be able to get out of it in about an hour." He pretend to look at a wristwatch.

"What the fuck? No, I need to go." Deadpool was getting upset.

"Yeah, I need to go too." He started walking out of the ally.

"You have to get me out now! You'll regret this!"

"You're a criminal! You deserved that!" He laughed when he heard a huff come from Deadpool and made his way back to the tower. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to see that guy again.

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As much as I like writing Yellow and White, they probably won't be used often.

Bye lovelies!