Tricks

Eleven

"Somebody once told me the world was goin' hurt me!" Deadpool sang off pitch as he shot a bald guy in the arm.

"Way to be professional!" Peter shouted after the man. The teen webbed the bald man up before making his way to the merc.

Deadpool paused, "You're right I need a new song. Any request?" The man grinned underneath his mask.

"Not what I meant." Peter rolled his eyes. "We better get going, the cops will be here soon."

"Aww! How precious! He's worried about me. Don't fret baby boy, I just need some questions answered then I'll join you. We can even go on that candlelit dinner I've been talking about." Deadpool ranted.

Peter shook his head fondly, "Okay whatever you say Deadpool." The teen responded swinging away.

Several hours later the duo was sitting on a roof eating Mexican takeout. With Peter chewing on his burrito and Wade trying to cover his shredded taco with as much sauce as possible.

"Taco Bell is full of shit. They're just lucky that the Mexican restaurant down the 4th street got shut down for trying to recreate Ratatouille!" Wade complained.

"Wait, what happened with Ratatouille?" Peter questioned.

"They found a rat nest in the walls of the restaurant. The poor guy was even crying as they sent in an exterminator to unalive the little bastards." Wade finished with a shiver.

"That's neat." Peter mumbled around his food not once breaking eye contact with the New York skyline.

"So what's wrong baby boy? Your spandex giving you a wedgie?" Deadpool asked, somehow making his eyebrows move underneath the leather mask.

Peter side glanced at Wade before sighing, "My dad is keeping something from me. And usually, when he does that, the come isn't all that great."

"Didn't you say that the last time your dad tried hiding something from you, he was dying?" Deadpool inquired. Peter responded with a nod.

"Well, maybe he's dying again!" Wade replied unhelpfully. Pete let out a groan and rolled his eyes. "What? Not everyone can relate to having a loving father figure. Right folks?" Deadpool spoke to an invisible audience.

"Yeah, I get that. I just wish that he would trust me more." Peter sighed as he slumped into self-pity.
"I'm sure he does spidey! In his eyes your just a brat who needs constant attention." Wade grinned cheerfully.

"Wow, thanks." Peter grumbled crossing his arms.
"Don't worry baby boy! You're an adorable brat!" Deadpool reported as he threw himself at the younger hero.

"Ugh, Deadpool! Get off me! You weigh a ton!"

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"Alright, Friday, " Tony snapped his fingers, "Give me all you got."

"In the last two months, fifty cases of a power-up has been recorded. The newest is a man named Jonathan Pangbon, after the power-up, he lost control of his body and died before paramedics could reach him." Friday laid out the information.

Tony sighed and ran his hands over his face. "Right, any ideas yet?"
"Not yet, boss, I suggest talking with Dr. Strange about it." Friday informed her creator.

"That'll have to wait until he comes back from his super doper secret mission that he's on." Tony leaned back against his chair. "Anything else I should be looking into?"

"There has been a series of power outages throughout New York City. No one can explain it, however." Friday explained as she pulled up files on the case.

Tony hummed as he scanned through the footage and finalized reports of the outages. "Is there a new superhuman around? Or is Thor back and he suddenly can't control his thunder powers or whatever?"

"No sightings of Thor sir and no new heroes have been reported. Nothing of the normal was able to cause a power outage this powerful." Friday responded.

"Now you're stalking all of New York?" Steve's voice filled the office.
Tony took a deep breath in and choose his words very carefully, "What are you doing here?"

"Just handing off a debriefing form. You know, from the last mission that you decided not to show up to." Steve snarled.

Tony waved him off, "Yeah yeah, just leave it on the desk. Feel free to see yourself out."
"I don't know how I feel about you overlooking through everything little thing that happens in New York." Steve commented as he threw the file down on the desk.

"That's not up to you. Are you really that dense? Christ Steve! Not everything has to be run by you first for a 'Captain America approved stamp' on it!" Tony snapped glaring at the blond.

"If this is about Bucky-"
"It's not! He actually apologized and cried while doing so! I burned your little love letter before I even got to the last paragraph!"

Steve sighed, "You're being childish."
"No Steve, I'm acting my age. And so should you, it's the twentyfirst century. No one cares about super soldiers anymore." Tony jabbed.

"Whatever, tell Clint I said hi." Steve rolled his eyes before leaving.
Tony groaned and threw his pen across the room. "Damnit!" He cursed.

"Well, that was intense." Clint spoke from one of the vents.
"Jesus! Give me a great attack why don't you?" Tony gasped.

"Drama queen." Clint responded.
"Hey, birdy boy, what's the status on Spidey?" Tony questioned.

"Almost done with patrol.  You know if he finds out that you've been tracking him, he's going to get really mad." Clint informed the Avenger.

"I'm just making sure that he's safe. Weird things are happening all around New York lately." Tony bit the inside of his cheek. "Plus, technically I'm not even watching him. You are."

"Anyways! Steve still sour about the split?"
"Go find Spiderman Hawkeye."

"Find but I need pizza. I'm breaking out and I need the cheesy goodness." Clint demanded.
"That's not how it works." Tony replied but started looking up to go places.

Confident By; Demi Lovato