Baby boy

Mocking

Ever since Peter met Deadpool, all he could seem to think about was that obnoxious ass. He was coming up everywhere, everyone was talking about him. It was so annoying.

Of course, since Mr Stark seems to have eyes everywhere, he immediately took Peter aside and expressed that he should avoid making any more contact with the mercenary. Peter explained that he was just fulfilling his purpose and stopping the creep from being... What he was.

"He gets a pass kid", Mr Stark scoffed, not really liking the words coming out his mouth. "It doesn't please me any more than it does you to say that he is an exception. No one can lock him up and he... Kinda does fill the quota as a hero. Don't give me that face kid, you think I like that masked maniac waltzing his way through the city like some headless chicken? My point is, if you see him doing something... Off. Detain the victim and ignore Wade as much as you possibly can", Peter didn't like this one bit.

Some hero that creep is.

Peter walked home after his usual routine of scoping the city, his head hung with his feet dragging on the pavement. He couldn't stop thinking about Deadpool. Why was he just 'off the hook' for being just as bad as a criminal.

Well when he asked Captain A, he said that they tried to arrest Wade a couple of times before but since the guy is immortal and incredibly obnoxious, he ends up being released eventually. Whether it was through worming his annoying ass out of court, or he was being protected by the X-Men mutants.

Peter didn't know much about the mutant society. He never really cared to learn because he was comfortable where he was, but he couldn't understand why they would protect a maniac like Deadpool.

He was cut off from his thoughts rather suddenly as he heard a crash down a vacant road, his eyes narrowing as he tried to locate the source of the noise.

"You can't kick me out! Think of the shit I've done for you! Come on! What do you want me to fuckin' do!? How about this, if you let me stay a itsy bitsy while longer, I'm sure I can make your night a whole lot better big guy!" Peter almost his brain cells dying as he distinguished the voice shrieking.

Just his lucky day? After the past two weeks, he was wondering when he'd have to bump into him again.

"Hahaha, you seem a bit tense? How about I-uh, relieve your stress that you can't get rid of?" He heard a smack and soon the familiar red costumed loon stumbled back onto the curb, his hand on his cheek.

"Stay the fuck away Dead!" A gruff voice snarled followed by a crash of a door slamming.

Deadpool seemed surprisingly calm for someone who just got decked out a bar., small chuckles leaving his lips as he rubbed his cheek before he staggered to his feet. Peter continued to watch him with annoyed curiosity. He knew he shouldn't linger, Deadpool seemed like the kind of character to go out of his way and interact with whomever was willing to give him their attention.

This theory was proven as Deadpool took notice of the eyes that burned through him, turning his head in the direction of Peter.

"Heya kiddo, don't mind me... Halloween came early this year", Deadpool chortled and Peter rolled his eyes before turning on his heel to walk away. "Hope you enjoyed the show! tune in next week for Deadpool's second saga of sex in the city!"

Peter chuckled at that one and spared Deadpool a glance. Bad idea.

"You're a brave one aren't ya?" Deadpool was a lot closer than he was just now. Peter hoped that Wade didn't have any habits of following children around unless it was just that Deadpool could tell who he was. No, that's impossible, it's probably just because Wade was a creep.

He hoped Wade understood that there was a difference between being funny and being a creep that follows high school boys. Peter could handle it, but he wasn't so sure about other teens.

"Do you usually follow students around like this?" Peter had to ask, his eyes narrowed suspiciously at Deadpool. "Usually when 16 year old's or younger see me they just scurry off and ignore me".

"I'm not 16", Peter scoffed.

"Well, that's a lie, no one really pays attention to me, I'm here wondering what's so different about you that you watched my performance", Peter could sense Wade was smiling. Wade kept a safe distance, at least 10 feet away from Peter and it looked as though he had no intention of coming any nearer.

Peter didn't answer, he only took a few steps back. "Don't worry kid, I'm not interested in child porn", Wade's voice indicated his smile was growing.

"You expect me to just believe that?"

"Oh I dunno, it's your decision. How old are you, 15? 14?"

"I'm 18", Peter spat at him, not really liking it when people got his age wrong. "Ah, it seems you're one of those 'late bloomers' then?" Wade snickered and this simple comment could've made Peter explode from anger. Was he mocking him? Him? He just got kicked out of a bar and tried to sweet talk the bouncer by offering to suck his dick.

Or... Something along those lines.

"Your voice sounds familiar", Wade hummed in thoughts, crossing his arms and leaning slightly forward. Peter's rage almost instantly drained as his heart stopped.

"W-Why would it? I've never seen you in my life! I wish it could've stayed that way?" Peter wanted to slap himself for being so obvious and stupid. He was usually better at hiding his identity, but Wade had caught him so off-guard, he just... He panicked.

"Wow", Wade chuckled. "Now I'm really convinced, damn do you study dramatic arts?" Deadpool teased and his head nodded slowly, indicating he was looking Peter over.

"Your ignorance pisses me off, can I go now?" Peter scoffed, trying to play off his failed attempt to act natural against Wade's suspicions. Wade hummed in thought, still studying Peter even as the younger boy turned away and anxiously tried to nonchalantly leave the scene. He wanted to run or start freaking out but he had to seem normal and take a random route to avoid Deadpool following him or suspecting anything more.

Just before he got the chance to turn the corner away from Deadpool's curious eyes he heard a hum of realisation followed by a chuckle.

"Nice to see you again, baby boy".

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