Spiderman POV
"The usual?" The teen at the counter asked. She looked bored and she popped a bubble with her gum.
"Yes please," Deadpool said, starting to get giddy.
"And for you?"
"I'll have 34 tacos, all the toppings." Her and Deadpool's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. Her gum fell onto her shirt and into her hair.
"Is that why you wanted me to pay?" He asked.
"Yep."
"You sure you're gonna be able to eat that?"
"I'm a poor college student."
"In that case," He turned to the girl."2 margaritas." I decided not to say anything about my age. After all, he was paying.
"To go?"
"Yes," He answered looking my way. We sat and talked while we waited for our food. It took a while due to the sheer amount. We talked about random things like our favorite shows, my classes, a little about our lives. We also talked about how we both realized we liked guys.
"It was Ryan Reynolds for me," Deadpool admitted with a sly grin. He looked off into nowhere and winked. I could hear him muttering to himself under his breath. I waited until he was done to start talking.
"I was umm...getting beat up by my high school bully and my eyes looked down and he had an erection and well...I might have gotten one." I looked down embarrassed. He burst out laughing and I started to giggle. Soon we were both full-on laughing and rolling around.
We continued talking about random stuff and bonding until the food came out. Then he teleported us onto a random roof.
"Where are we?" I asked him, looking around.
"On top of my apartment building," He answered, biting into his chimichanga. It was in a suspicious part of town, but it didn't look too dirty.
"Why don't we go to your apartment and eat? I'm sure it'll be more comfortable," I suggested. He just looked at me before shrugging. Instead of teleporting such a short way we left from a door on the roof. He led me to an apartment on the 2nd floor. We entered and the smell of old pizza, Mexican food, and blood immediately hits me. I look around and can see bloody weapons and trash everywhere. The walls and furniture seem to be covered in mysterious stains and I don't even want to know what they are. I wouldn't say I'm a clean freak but the sight of this was too much. The table was covered with pizza boxes and other trash.
"First thing," I say, "We need to clear off space on the floor to eat. Then, we clean."
"Wait what?" He asked, surprised.
"I'm gonna help you get your life together and the first step is a clean house. Clean place, clean brain," I informed him.
"I'll pass," He tried to walk past me.
"No," I said holding my arm out to prevent him from moving past me."You will not."
We sat in front of his TV and started watching a movie that was on. It was one of the Star Wars movies. He handed me a bag and I began to chow down on my free tacos. I hate Star Wars but I watched them anyways. I kept looking over to him. We both had our masks pulled up over our noses. I did that to hide my identity and I assumed he did the same. I could see some scarring covering his face and assumed he didn't want to talk about it. I scarfed down all my tacos and he handed me a margarita. I warily took and started shakily drinking it.
"You act like you've never had anything to drink," He said laughing.
"That's because I haven't," I told him shyly.
"Wait what?" He looked genuinely shocked.
"I'm 20." He grabbed the drink away from me and put it to the side.
"And you didn't think to tell me?"
"I didn't think it was important."
"Didn't-didn't think it was important?" He all but yelled.
"Please don't yell I have sensitive hearing.
"I'm so sorry," He said, dropping down to a whisper.
"You don't have to whisper dum-dum," I started giggling. I looked at him and I could see something strange in his eyes. It looked like how you would look at a baby or a cute couple in a movie.
"You're cute."
"And you're old," I told him. He put a hand up to his chest and gave an offended gasp.
"Excuse you I am 25 years young," He informed me.
"Okay," I was laughing again at this point. I loved the way he could make me laugh. I've been in a slump. The person who I thought was the love of my life died a year ago and I hadn't really recovered. Especially since I found out she was cheating on me a week before she died. In fact, I'd started to cut. So it was a nice change of pace from starving and cutting. With a full belly and an empty mind for once, I decided to start cleaning.
I started with all the trash, having Deadpool help me by taking out the trash. Once that was done I sat back and let him clean his weapons and place them in a spot in his closet. We both sat down on the now semi-clean couch and sighed. It took a while but now the apartment was mostly clean.
"Are you gonna tell me why the walls, floor, and ceiling are covered in blood?" I asked him, looking around.
"Well um," He started scratching the back of his head. " sometimes when I want to sleep I'll just blow my brains out."
" what the fuck?"
" I mean I can't die so why not?"
" I mean I guess whatever works." I sat down and started flipping through channels on the TV. he got up and started wiping the blood off the walls. He made that mess he can pick it up, and I didn't want to clean up bodily fluids. That why I let him do his laundry. I did help him fold though. That was a kind of thank you for buying me so much food. I looked at the clock after we cleaned the whole apartment and saw it was getting close to 1 am.
"YOu can crash here if you want," Wade offered.
"Thanks but I should really head back to my apartment."
"Okay, well there's always next time."
"Name the time and place and ill be there," I said exiting out of the window.
"How will I tell you?" He asked stepping forward.
"I'll give you my number," I said, stopping for a moment. I told him and then swung away.
