I'm mad(ly in love with you)

A DeadpoolxSpiderman Lovestory

Prologue: Crush

Deadpool was sitting on the corner of a roof, eating a tacco. The sun was setting and he enjoyed the last warm breathe that went through his spandex. The tacco was delicious, as usual, and the city was just the way he liked it. Dirty, rough and loud. Still talking about the city here, honestly.

It was the same precidure as usual. Some folks tried to rob a bank nearby and the police was going crazy for it. It was the best comedy show Deadpool had seen in ages. He took a huge bit of his tacco and chewd loudly, grinning, bits of tacco falling down from his mouth all over his legs.

„Dish ish ahsuhm.", he said to himself, mouth full of food.

It was the perfect friday night for him. After finishing his meal, he would go home, get himself a beer, or two...or three or a couple more, watch horror movies all night, yell at the protagonist for going into dark houses where most likely nothing bad will happen to them, right? And just enjoying life.

He loved his life. He was his own boss, he did whatever the fuck he wanted to, there was no one to tell him to stop of quit or whatever. Nope, voices inside the mind don't count. Coming to think of it, Deadpool had always been a rather crazy guy. A mad one. But things were about to get worse.

He finished his tacco, crumbled up the tissues and threw them over his shoulder as he heard a weird sound cutting through the air. It was a slashing, rather quiet noise, but it seemed so unnatural and weird to Deadpool. He had never heard it before.

„What is this?"

And as if somebody had heard him say that, the answer was revealed to him just seconds later. With a huge drive someone catapulted himself into the air, right in front of Deadpool. Their eyes met for a second and then, everything seemed to go slow-motion. The rather small guy in a blue and red spandex was flying thorugh the air, his legs bent to his body, the arms outstretched to the back, his three-cornered maskeyes focused on Deadpool.

„What the..."

The simple elgenace that this guy showed with every small movement totally fascinated Deadpool. The last shafts of sunlight infolded the person from behind, making him look even more mysterious and desirable.

His right, rather slim arm reached to the front now, stretching his hand into a weird position and then shooting something like a rope to the wall of a bulding nearby. He then stretched his legs and bend foreward with his chest. It looked amazing.

And then he was gone again, swinging his way to the police officers down there.

Deadpools eyes were still fixed to the spot where that person had been, just seconds before. His heart was racing to the maximum.

(My heart skips, skips, skips...a beat)

„Oh. My. God.", he slowly said to himself, looking down at his shaking hands. He tried to stand up but his knees buckled under, they could not carry the weight that had just made his way to his stomach. Not the taccos. Those were butterflies.

[What is he doing?]

Tons of butterflies that forced him to stay seated and hold on to the building with both his hands because he felt like he was going to faint.

His breath was going fast, his palms were sweaty, his face was burning, his whole body was turning from hot to cold and from cold to hot again. He forced himself to concentrate and teleported back to his apartment.

„What in the heavens!", he shouted as he finally lied in bed, staring at the wall, thinking of that guy.

(Deadpool has a crush.)

[He just fell in love?]

(He totally did.)

Deadpool was in love. The first time ever. And this was going to make him even more mad than he had ever been before. He was going to turn into something even more weird than he already was.

Deadpool was in love.

Madly in love.

With Spiderman.

And he wanted to win him over.