MARVEL ONESHOTS (SMUT/FLUFF)

- SPIDEYPOOL -

(A/N) This is my first fanfic btw, which I hope makes up for any grammar mistakes/ plot holes. I am writing Peter to be in his second year of college, which I hope will clear up some misunderstandings. I included Deadpool's teleportation device, but not sure entirely how it works SORRY >.<)

WARNING: SMUT

First Encounters:

Peter had just finished his midterm exams, and thankfully he had done it with ease. However, this wasn't the main thing on the young man's mind. He had been looking forward to this day for a while because it meant he could take a break from the endless studying, which was well needed. In fact he had been so busy, he felt like he hadn't been living up to be the "crime fighting spider" he was. Whilst it was true he had helped poor Mrs Miller cross the road last week, Peter was excited to throw himself back into his work.

That night, Peter had managed to sneak out without his Aunt May hearing him. This was no longer a regular occurrence, but sometimes when he wanted to get away from his mundane life, he would slip into his spider suit. Swinging from rooftop to rooftop, a flashing light stopped Pete in his tracks. Maybe it was just a trick of the light, but he didn't have long to think about it because a voice knocked him out of his thoughts.

"SPIDEY!" called out an unknown voice.

Peter span around to see a masked figure sporting similar colours to his own. In fact, Peter may have assumed it was a fan at first glimpe, if it wasn't for the fact they were 100ft above the ground.

"Who are you?" Peter asked, the question being a simple one.

"Your biggest fan!"

Peter really wasn't in the mood for this sort of nonsense, "Quit playing games, who are you?"

He asked once again, positioning himself into a defensive pose, readying himself for the worst case scenario.

"Hey! Calm down web-head, I won't bite," he assured, "Deadpool," he finally spat out, realising Peter wasn't messing.

When Peter didn't reply, Deadpool continued, "So, funny story actually. I was just about to kill that guy down there, when I saw you."

"That still doesn't explain how you got all the way up here," Peter interrogated him, he was running through all the possible explanations. Like, maybe he can fly and he is a superhero.

"Plot reasons," Deadpool laughed. When Spider-man once again went silent with pure confusion he sighed, pointing to the side of the building, "Actually, I just took the stairs."

"Lame, here I was thinking you had some cool powers," Parker chuckled.

They continued to converse for a few minutes, talking about the guy Deadpool was supposed to kill, and how much he loved Spider-man.

"So... Me, you?" Deadpool gestured.

It took Peter a few seconds to understand what Deadpool was inferring.

"Look, I don't swing that way, sorry man."

But Deadpool wouldn't take that for an answer, "Technically, you did 'swing' this way."

Peter shook his head, scheming a plan to get away from this freak. Deadpool approached Peter and in one swift motion, wrapped his arm around the boy and...

When Peter had managed to push this guy off of him he looked around, realising they were in someones house. He rubbed his eyes, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. When he felt Deadpool's arms once again wrap around his smaller frame.