SpideyPool- He Doesn't Have To Care

The New Guy in Town

Peter Parker's POV:

   "Peter, you've skipped your evening patrol of the city every night since you started high school." My dad, Tony, scolded me. "You have to go tonight. The word is Deadpool will be out tonight. Keep an eye on him." He placed my neatly folded suit on the kitchen island where I was seated on a bar stool.

     With an audible groan, I responded. "But, dad, I really don't want to. I mean, why are you pitting me against Deadpool? Isn't he, like, invincible or something?" I eyed my pop, Steve, from his respective place standing beside Dad. "Aren't you afraid I'll get hurt?"

     Dad rolled his eyes. "He's new in town for the most part. From past occurrences, he's usually liked to toy with people before he killed them." I felt my jaw drop a little bit.

   "Is that supposed to comfort me?" 

   "You'll be fine, Peter. You are Spider-Man, after all." Steve smiled as he said that. Like it would help...

   "Welp, suit up, kid." My dad patted me on the back while giving me an asshole grin. "If those rumors about Deadpool are true, then you have a lot of work ahead of you." 

   "Yay." I muttered sarcastically as I stood up and picked up my suit. I went into the bathroom to change and came out in under a minute. With a glance at my pop I asked a simple, angsty question. "Should I start in Central Park?"

Wade Wilson's POV:

      Kasper Meyer put a pretty big price on Kyle Steven's head. Apparently Kyle's been targeting some of the gays in Kasper's gang. I might, threaten pizza delivery guys, but I'm not a monster. I mean I'm bi, so close enough I guess. 

      After some struggle with my suit, I finally got it on. I picked out my some decent weapons and proceeded to jump out the back window of my apartment. This time, my ankle was the only thing that snapped. In about two minutes, it was fine. 

Record time!

Awesome. Wow.

   "Na Na Na Na, Deadpool!" I quietly sang as I ran through alleyways and threw the casual rock at a car, setting off the alarm. "Five points for the passenger side window!"

     Suddenly, something flashed by me; something mostly red. It swung back around and this time I threw a ninja star at it. 

   "Agh!" Someone groaned in pain as the star collided with their side. They fell from the sticky, white rope they were swinging on and laded right in front of me. Wait... is that?

     I used my foot to turn the person over. Sure enough, it was the infamous Spider-Man.

   "Well, I never thought I would be graced with the presence of Spidey himself." He looked up at me from where he lay coiled in pain. He tried to move, but failed, apparently forgetting he had a three-pointed ninja star sticking out of his side.

   "Why the hell did you do that?" He said with a hiss of pain."Damn, that hurts like shit."

     I knelt down beside him. "I wanted to see the mysterious person that was swinging from the string of semen. Duh." I sighed and pulled out a pair of industrial tweezers. 

   "What are you going to do with those!?" He tried to move too quickly and he cried out pathetically in pain. 

   "Will you stay still and shut up?" I examined his wound. "I'm going to safely remove the damn star."