Spidey's POV
I was doing my rounds, checking on the city when I saw a man pushing a woman against a wall in an alley. I started swinging in that direction when I saw a figure in a costume appear. I hid on a roof to watch the interaction without being seen and I saw the mysterious figure pull out a gun and jumped off the roof.
"Stop!" I yelled, grabbing his arm. He shoved me off of him and shot the guy in the face. The girl ran away screaming, begging for help.
"Why the fuck did you do that?!" I screamed at him, glancing over and seeing the guy bleeding to death. I ran over to him and tried to bandage his wound using my webs.
"He's not a good person," he answered simply, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.
"And you are?"
"Yeah."
"Good people don't shoot other people." I argued, glaring at him furiously.
"Bullshit." He said, putting away his gun. .
"Language! I mean-" He interrupted me before I could continue.
"Okay, MOM." He spoke sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Listen I'm sorry to do this but..." I tied him up with webs and called an ambulance. I started to point upwards but he yelled after me.
"You can't just leave me here!"
"I can and I will," I said before shooting away. I left and went back to my apartment. I swung in through the window I always left open during patrols and took a shower before changing into some sweatpants. I lived alone so there was no need for me to wear a shirt and instead put on my reading glasses and got onto my computer to finish my essay.
I thought about the guy today and decided to do some research. I looked him up but couldn't find anything so I decided to go to further measures. I hacked into SHEILD's database within a few minutes and looked for files regarding any and all supers. I couldn't find him there so I looked for other mutants. Not much time later, I found him and discovered his name was Deadpool aka Wade Wilson.
'Hmm,' I thought to myself. I want to get to know him better' So I looked at his whole tragic backstory. I felt kind of bad looking at all this but it was worth it. I found out that he's also a mercenary. I wonder why he killed that guy then? Oh well.
I shut off my computer and checked my fridge and cupboards. I had 1 egg and a couple of sips of milk left. I checked and I didn't even have any spices. I decided to go ahead and go to bed hungry, knowing it would screw me over.
I was in bed awake for hours. I just couldn't seem to get to sleep. I tried as hard as I could but I just kept going back over my failures in my head. They never seemed to stop. I've failed so many people. My parents, my uncle, my aunt when she had her heart attack. My aunt. Poor Aunt May. I was out on patrol when she had a heart attack. I just can't stop thinking about what if I had been there. What if I had been there to save her. Instead, I couldn't. I was souring over the city.
Deadpool POV
I just met Spiderman. Spiderman. Holy shit. And not one of those imposters either. That was amazing. I teleported to my apartment before the ambulance could arrive. I had to sit and wait for a couple of hours before the webs disintegrated enough for me to get free. once they did I ordered a pizza and grab the beer from the fridge I flopped onto my couch and turn on the TV Golden Girls was on.
" it's my girls!" I shouted.
Shhhhh
They're not your girls
"Yes, they are! I love them!" I told the voices. The doorbell rang.
"Yes!pizza!" I opened the door and payed for my pizza before going to the couch to chow down. My phone rang. It was the guy that ordered the hit on the serial rapist I took out.
"Yello?" I answered.
"Did you complete the job?" She asked.
"Yeah, sending pictures now." I had snapped some pictures of the scene before I fled.
"Thank you. I really appreciate you doing this for me.t."
"It is my job after all, and I always complete a job," I said, dramatically. I hung up and lay down across the couch. I couldn't stop thinking about that damn spider. I've been following him on the news and every time I see him fighting I stop and stare. He's so damn hot and I can barely control myself. His voice is so hot and he's so smart and snarky I cant with him. I've heard his quips while he's fighting and they're hilarious.
You liiiiiiike him
"No, I don't!" I yelled into my empty apartment.
Yes you do
"I don't," I insisted. It continued like that so I decided to ignore them. Instead, I headed into my bedroom to think of that perfect ass again. I slowly took off my pants, letting the tension build before doing my thing. I quickly cleaned myself up with a spare shirt I had laying around. I stripped my remaining clothes and took a shower.
Do it.
Why not Wade.
Do it do it do it do it do it do it
'Okay! Okay! I'll do it.' I made what was originally going to be a regular shower into a cold one(wink wink). Again I was thinking about that ass and imagining his moans as I pound into him from behind, my hand in his hair pulling his head back and leaving his neck exposed for me to bite and mark.
I finished up and headed to bed, deciding to sleep in the nude. You gotta let your shit breathe sometimes.
