You waited anxiously for your brother’s return.
Being the sister of Peter Parker, who was also Spiderman, you were almost always on edge.
Today, there had been a major attack on Manhattan, with a Spiderman spotting.
After what felt like hours, Peter walked through the door in full costume.
“Peter!” you exclaimed, hugging him tight.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call,” he apologized, hugging back, “My phone got destroyed.”
“As long as you’re okay,” you sighed.
He pulled off his mask as someone else entered the doorway.
“Dude, hot girl,” the stranger commented.
You raised an eyebrow at your brother.
“Deadpool, this is my little sister, Y/N,” Peter introduced.
You looked at Deadpool.
“Wade Wilson,” he said, holding out his hand, “Pleasure to meet you.”
You shook his hand and heard him muttering something.
You noticed Peter had a busted lip.
“Peter, you’re hurt!” you exclaimed, grabbing the first aid kit right away.
You could feel Deadpool’s gaze on you as you worked on your brother’s wound.
“Do you always take care of him?” he asked.
“Yeah, why?” you returned.
“No reason. Just explains why he’s a huge baby,” Deadpool said.
You shot him an icy glare.
“You should be careful what you say about my brother. Swords or no swords, I’ll still floor you,” you threatened.
“And I’d let you,” he chuckled.
You rolled your eyes and gave your brother a questioning look.
“He seems to follow me everywhere,” your brother responded.
“Hey, Y/N, how about a date?” Deadpool suddenly asked.
“Excuse me?” you asked, surprised.
Your brother looked ready to kill him.
“Yeah, a date. I could use my own live in normal. And I like you, you got spunk,” Deadpool shrugged.
“Tell you what, you prove yourself to me and I’ll go on a date with you,” you offered.
You knew he wouldn’t go through with it.
Big mistake.
For a week straight, Deadpool followed you everywhere, slowly driving you to the brinking point.
You were in History class when you lost it after seeing him standing outside your window.
“FINE! I’LL GO ONE A FREAKING DATE WITH YOU!” you shouted.
The whole class, teacher included, turned to look at you.
“YES!” Deadpool replied, punching the air and walking away.
“Miss Parker, care to explain what just happened?” you teacher asked.
“Goddamnit, Deadpool.”
