Leap of Faith // spideypool

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The two later found themselves back on the rooftop, though this time they had bags of Mexican in hand.

"My bad, I forgot that the restaurant doesn't let us dine in. Y'know, with the virus and all that." Deadpool sat down excitedly and tore open a bag. He reached for two foil-covered burritos, handing one to Peter.

Peter tentatively peeled the foil away and took a bite. He looked up to see Deadpool smiling at him through his mask. He gestured at the food in his hands.

"Good, right?"

Peter shrugged. Yes.

"Wait 'till you try the tacos!"

Peter had gone through a burrito, two tacos, and had started on a quesadilla but noticed that Deadpool hadn't even taken a bite. Ah, he realized. He doesn't want to show his skin.

"'Pool, why aren't you eating?" Peter asked, feigning confusion. They'd been long-time friends as Spiderman and Deadpool, so Peter had grown accustomed to seeing the ex-mercenary's face whenever they went out to eat. However, it wasn't the case with his civilian self.

The other shrugged, and forced a laugh. "I'm not exactly photogenic. I wouldn't want to make your day worse, baby boy. Would you believe me if I told you that with my immortality comes a pickle face?"

Peter tilted his head, "It's not that hard to believe. I wouldn't judge you either way." And with that, Deadpool slowly inched his mask over his nose, and picked up his burrito. His skin was covered with scars. Peter could tell that the man was nervous, and was glad that he trusted him enough to show one of his greatest vulnerabilities.

"So," Deadpool starts, "I don't even know your name."

Peter debated on whether or not to tell him his name. "..Peter. My name's Peter."

"Okay. Peter. Petey. My methods aren't professional, so bear with me here. Shit's probably difficult for you right now, and I don't doubt it. Just...give it more time. Give yourself more time. Let it be a year, five years, let yourself heal. Change yourself for the better- that's what I did! Take it from a professional, I've offed myself many times. Haven't done it in a year!" Deadpool thumped his chest. "Thanks to Spidey, I've become a better version of myself. Sure, I'll still be lacking in some areas, but I'm way better than when Spidey first saw me!"

Peter could tell that the ex-mercenary was trying his best to help him, but he couldn't stop himself from interrupting. "Are you sure that's all because of Spiderman? Come on, give yourself some credit."

Deadpool gasped dramatically, "Petey-pie! You can be nice! Aw, thank you for thinking about me.. Say, wanna get off this damned rooftop? Where do you want to go, Queens isn't that far."

Hearing 'Queens', Peter froze. Memories from yesterday flooded back, and his ears filled up with the shrieks of the ambulance siren.

Aunt May, Uncle Ben, Mom, Dad, Gwen. Everyone he loved- they were all gone.

"Who's gone?"

Peter realized that he'd spoken the last part out loud, but was too unhinged to care. His eyes filled up with tears, and he threw his quesadilla to the ground. He stumbled to the roof's ledge. He could hear Deadpool hastily getting to his feet and calling his name, but he paid him no mind.

A hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"What the hell Wade! Let GO!"

Peter flung his arm out of Deadpool's grasp but doing so caused him to slip off the roof. Eyes widened, Peter could only watch helplessly as gravity did its work. That's when he realized:

He didn't want to die.

Peter hastily reached out and clung onto the side of the building with all his might. His spider abilities didn't fail him, fingers instantly gluing onto the brick. Pulling himself to be level with the wall, he tried to calm down his beating heart and rapid breaths. Tears stung the corners of his eyes and slowly slid down his face. How pathetic, he said to himself inwardly.

Deadpool was right. Peter's life was in shambles right now, but that didn't mean that it couldn't get better. He wasn't alone yet. He may not have a family anymore, but he had friends, and people who understood him. MJ, Nate--

Wade.

Even with his career as Spiderman, Peter saw it as his most intimidating near encounter with death.

Sounds from above prompted him to lift his head, to which he saw an inviting gloved hand offered to him.

Deadpool watched him from overhead, an almost undetectable smile underneath his mask.

"Peter, take my hand?"