Guns for hands

Peter was thinking about this weird thing with Thanos and the Infinity Stones when he entered the flat. "Hey May! I'm back!", he yelled and hoped that he hadn't been away for too long a time. While fighting against Thanos in space he completely forgot the time. And being "dead" for some time made it even worse. But now he was alive and back home. Peter was expecting to find his aunt May on the couch in the living room. Or in the kitchen trying to cook something. It smelled a bit like May trying to cook. So he went to the kitchen. Everything was normal. No fire and no aunt May. Peter went to the living room. Someone was sitting on the couch. But wait a minute... It wasn't aunt May... It was a guy dressed in a red and black suit which was covering his face too. And he had weapons. It was this Deadpool – guy, Peter met some weeks before Thanos.

"Hey Spiderboy", Deadpool greeted. Peter was about to run away. Did he survive Thanos just to be killed by this creepy guy? But he was Spiderman. He had to manage this situation without freaking out. A superhero had to manage situations like this. And now, as an Avenger, he was a superhero or something just like this. "I knew you would survive Thanos. This guy is so boring. The people who died just turned into dust", Deadpool said in a bored voice. Peter was searching for his webshooters, while Deadpool continued talking about death. "I want to die in a big explosion or something just like that", he told Peter. Since when were they talking about how they want to die? "Isnt't turning into dust better? I know how it is. You're just not feeling that well. But it doesn't hurt like an explosion", Peter tried to continue the conversation to get more time for searching his webshooters. They had to be somewhere! "When the explosion is strong enough you die fast. Plus it looks very cool. Turning into ash might be sad when you are a fangirl in the cinema. But an explosion is way cooler." There they were! Peter was glad to hold his webshooters in his hands. Now he was able to stop this weird conversation about death which made him feel very strange. He got the feeling that Deadpool was thinking too much about dying. He wasn't able to kill himself. But when someone wants to die it wasn't just for fun. And he wanted everyone around him to be well. Even the guy who was going to kill him very soon. This brought him back to his webshooters. He was not going to be killed by Deadpool! "You said you couldn't be killed. Why do you think about how you want to die?", Peter asked while putting his webshooters on. The feeling of putting them on was familiar. The boy from Queens turned into a superhero who had to be strong and smart. For a moment Peter was just glad that he survived and was back in his normal life between school and being this hero. Then he remembered Deadpool sitting in front of him. "I don't know. You know, sometimes I want to die. This life is a bit boring when you know you're not going to die like every other person you meet. And it's very hard to see your loved ones dying", he Deadpool explained. Peter wasn't sure what to answer now. Deadpool wasn't able to really kill him. But Peter knew that it was also bad when you only wanted to end your life. Nobody makes such a big decision without a reason. Maybe Deadpool wasn't here to kill him. Maybe he was a really nice guy with some problems. Or he just wanted a better chance to kill Peter. But contrary to Deadpool Peter wanted to live. And if he had to die he wanted to know what happened to his aunt first. "Uehm... It's bad that you don't want to live anymore?", Peter said knowing that this was the less helpful thing he could say to a person who wanted to end their life. Then he took his wrist with his webshooter up and fixed Deadpools hand to the couch. "Where's my aunt?", He asked while trying to keep his voice a bit deeper. Deadpool seemed a bit shocked. Then he answered: "Oh. Your aunt... She's very hot. Do you really think I killed her? No. She went shopping because I told her you would come home today. Do you really think this web would stop me from killing you?" If I wanted to kill you I would cut my hand off. But I don't want to kill you. I like you, Spiderboy." Peter was speechless for a moment. His aunt was finde. And Deadpool seemed to be this nice guy with problems and not a murderer. But would he really cut his hand off? Never. "I don't think you would cut your hand off. That would hurt you. It's your hand!", Peter said. Deadpools response surprised him. "I can show you. It doesn't hurt that much. I cut it off a few times. After an hour or something just like this I have a new one." With his free hand Deadpool took a knife from somewhere on his suit. Peter ran to the couch and tried to get the knife. Was he really going to cut his hand off just because he wanted to show him and because he knew that he would get a new one? This was like somebody else hurting themselves knowing that they will be fine after some time. Or no. Not fine. This was a huge problem... "Please don't do this Mr. Pool!", he begged. "I belive you would do this. But why do you cut your hand off and hurt yourself when you don't want to kill me. There's no reason for you to do it", Peter tried to convince Deadpool of not cutting his hand off. "Because my life is so boring. Nothing interesting happens. People I love die in front of me and I have to life here for eternity. This hurts me inside. Cutting my hand off is just some pain outside. It's nothing when you manage to handle the inside one. Not being able to die seems cool. But after a while it get's boring and becomes that life you really don't want to live", Deadpool explained. Okay. This was not what Peter expected. This guy knew him for like half an hour and just told him his problems? "Plus my new hands are really cute when they are tiny", he added, smiling a bit. "Then please let us make your life better without cutting your hands off", Peter suggested and was really happy when Deadpool agreed.