Queens was cold tonight. Very cold. Must be nearing winter, eh? The red and blue clad teen sat on the edge of a building, wearing his easily recognizable suit. Any baddies out in this weather? He asked himself, scanning the area around him with large mechanical eyes. Gotcha.
His gaze settled on multiple people fighting in a nearby alleyway, one easily identified by his red suit and dark belt. Deadpool. Peter leapt down from his position on the building, not landing too far from the alleyway. The brunette ran to the scene, stopping a bit to make a pose. He settled himself against the wall.
Does this look cool? Oh well. Doesn't matter that much. He cleared his throat and spoke. "Uh, that isn't very legal, Deadpool. Quit the killing and turn yourself in before I do it myself."
Peter could sense Deadpool's smirk from under his red and black mask. "Ah ah, Spidey. I have a job to do here. You're not stopping me, it's pretty important." The man chuckled and waved a finger.
[You and your amazing spandex ass better skidaddle skidoodle before we make you.]
(We?)
[We. Wade and us, genius]
(Oh.)
"Stop it, you two." Deadpool seemed to be talking to himself.
"Who are you talking to? You killed everybody just a bit ago." Peter was baffled. He's probably just insane. Don't question him, he just killed thirteen people.
"Nobody. Skidaddle or I'll blame this bull on you." The masked mercenary grinned. "I have the power of a phone."
"You'd never."
"You sure?" A gloved hand was already reaching into a pack on his belt.
"Deadpool."
"Yes, baby boy?" Deadpool held the phone and looked like he was typing something.
"First of all, don't call me that. Ever. Second of all, stop that. People trust me more than they'll ever trust you. That's a fact." Peter frowned upon Deadpool putting the phone to his ear. "I'm talking to you!" He shot a web at the phone, pulling it away. "I said stop. Thanks for the phone, man." It was now Spider-Man's turn to grin.
"Hey! No fair!" Deadpool walked up to the teen until they were just about touching noses. Well, chest and nose. The web slinging hero is short as hell. "Shortie." He pat Peter's head.
"Shut up, you're just really tall."
"Nuh uh."
"Yeah. I'm taking this phone, Deadpool. Knowing you, all you use it for is looking at porn and things like that." He shook his head.
"That's exactly why you should give it to me. You probably don't wanna see that, Mister goody two shoes."
"I am not a goody two shoes!"
"You really are. And I love it." Deadpool realized what he said and his lovely little voices got to work.
[Oooh, did you just confess?]
(Leave him and his gayness alone.)
[Pff, that's the hardest task I've ever been given.]
"Will you two just shut up?!" Deadpool growled.
"I didn't say anythi-"
"Not you, baby boy."
"Don't call me that."
"Awe, you know you love it, sweet ass." The masked man resisted the urge to squeeze that spandex covered behind. It was just-
Hella hot
[Gay for Spidey, are we?]
(Yup.)
"S-sweet ass?!" Peter stammered, a blush creeping onto his face. Thank God his mask covered it.
"Your ass looks hella h-"
Deadpool was cut off as he was punched directly in the chin by the angered and flustered teen. "What the hell?! Perv alert!" Peter looked to the side, feeling like running off out of embarrassment.
"Harder, Spidey!" Deadpool chirped, faking a noise that annoyed the shit out of the other male.
"Stop. That's disgusting." What he didn't want to admit was that it wasn't disgusting, not at all.
"Sensitive much?" Deadpool chuckled at the flustered boy. "I love ya, Spidey! No homo though." He sped off to god knows where.
"Hey! Get back here!"
Peter hated how much he just recognized that voice. Not only did the voice clearly sound like his old bully, Wade Wilson, but the body matched as well. "No. No way. I'm just stupid."
But little did that boy know, he was right. On point in fact.
Wade had disappeared a while ago after a rumor that he had cancer spread around the school. Everyone thought he had died. What if he didn't, though?
"Funny story, reader, he's right. On fucking p o i n t. The next chapter is on the way! No need to worry, even though you probably won't." Deadpool yelled, catching Spider-Man's attention.
"Who are you talking to this time??"
"Nobody, baby boy."
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No Homo Though ~ Spideypool
Fanfiction"I love you, Spidey. No homo though. See ya!" Those were the last words Deadpool had told Peter before running off. Where to? Probably his excuse for a home. No homo? Wow. That left Peter in a strange spot. Where has he heard that voice before? Scho...
