i'm here spidey [spideypool]

what are you doing?

peter's pov

"what are you doing? helloooo? spiderrr?"

oh my fucking god, wade caught us trying to commit suicide. hurry up and jump before he tries to save us.

one foot over the edge.

don't look at him pete.

"s-spidey?"

"please don't-t do what i think you're doing."

don't listen to him pete.

suddenly i heard a slightly loud zap and suddenly there were huge strong arms around my body pulling me down towards the top of the concrete building i felt the person sit me in their lap 'bridal style and cuddle me into their chest.

"s-spidey what the hell were you thinking! i can't fucking lose you! you're all i h-have," wade sobbed his voice breaking half way through his little speech.

"y-you know what we'll talk later. you know what always cheers me up, my little spider?"

i just looked up to him with hooded eyes, too malnourished and dizzy from blood loss to reply.

"i eat chimichangas to cheer myself up. how about we go get chimichangas, then i'll take you to my house. you'll be safe there with me i promise," he said gently kissing my forehead, through his mask of course.

what does his face even look like?

i just nodded slightly and cuddled back into his chest.

i'm sure you were wondering how i knew wade. well, one day i was on patrol and i was sitting on a building because what else would i be doing? suddenly i had heard footsteps behind me.

"well helloooo there! you must be spidey!" a weirdly cheerful voice had exclaimed to me.

"um, i guess so. i'm spider-man," i said sticking out my hand for the mystery man to shake.

but i was very surprised when he rejected the gesture and gave me a bear hug.

"hiya baby boy, i'm deadpool. or wade,"

and that has been 1 year ago and we've been "friends?" ever since.

but maybe,

i sometimes wish,

we were more than friends.