One Night Only (Spideypool)

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It had been months since Spider-Man had decided to give Deadpool a chance to redeem himself. They became unlikely friends. They did nightly patrols together, they fought with and against one another, they kind of adopted a robot child together and so on.

But it was obvious to Spider-Man that Deadpool had feelings for him that were more than platonic.

Well, okay, it wasn't obvious at first. He was kind of an idiot and these kinds of things often went over his head like a frisbee (bad analogy, he would totally be able to catch a frisbee like that.) But over time he realized that all of Deadpool's flirtations weren't always jokes. And it took even longer for him to realize that he didn't mind those feelings at all. In fact, they did something strange to his heart, making him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

After weeks of denial and finally putting two and two together, he accepted the fact that maybe he wanted to be more than just friends with Deadpool.

"Gross," Spider-Man muttered to himself as he sat on the ledge of a rooftop, watching the sun start to set behind the Empire State Building.

"Wow, rude," came an oh-so-familiar voice behind him and he had to suppress a groan. "I came bearing food and you call me gross? I expected better manners from my favorite web-slinging vigilante."

"I wasn't talking about you, Wade," Spider-Man sighed as Deadpool plopped himself right next to him, dropping a bag of Chinese takeout between them. "I was just thinking out loud."

"Hey, I do that, too! Twinsies!" Deadpool held his gloved hand up for a high five but was blatantly ignored. "That's cool, more for me." He high fived himself.

Spider-Man rolled his eyes as he reached into the takeout bag to pull out one of the boxes of food and a pair of chopsticks. Deadpool followed suit, already pulling up his mask above his mouth to shovel chow mein into it.

"So what's tonight's agenda, Webs?" he asked, voice muffled by noodles.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Spider-Man scolded as soon as he lifted his mask halfway. "And I don't really have anything planned aside from the usual patrol. If you behave yourself I might let you take the reins on our night."

It was a joke. Mostly. Part of him was actually serious about the offer but before he could deny anything, Deadpool had to go and express his excitement.

"I promise I will be a very good boy! There are a couple places I wanna take you to, tonight and I assure you, you won't regret it," he enthused and Spider-Man couldn't find it in himself to protest.

"Whatever. Just eat your noodles, Wade."

They only managed to nab one robber before Deadpool dragged him over to the cinema.

"What are you doing?" Spider-Man sighed as he let himself be led away, ignoring the warm feeling in his chest that came when Deadpool linked their hands together.

"A movie came out that I wanted to see."

"And? You can watch it on your own time."

"Yeah, but I wanted to watch it with you."

He felt his heart doing backflips and he had to fight to control his voice. "That's dumb." Well, that wasn't what he meant to say but it came out anyway. Oh well.

Deadpool chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that erupted within his chest and god that was hot. (He had to mentally check himself because he just used "Deadpool" and "hot" in the same sentence and it wasn't even the "literally on fire" kind of hot.) Spider-Man continued to let himself be led to the ticket booth and waited patiently as Deadpool bought them two tickets to Bohemian Rhapsody. His eyes lit up, surprised. He had been wanting to watch this movie as well but had never really gotten the chance to do it. And now here he was, walking into the theater (still hand in hand) with Deadpool, about to see it.