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All Peter Rogers-Stark does is lock himself in his room, but only when he's not off fighting crime.
To his family's knowledge, he's a shut-in; he keeps quiet and stays in his room and rarely socializes. Not that he doesn't have any friends, he has two best friends - Harry and Gwen - who happen to be the only ones who know his secret superhero alias, Spiderman.
Spiderman came out almost two years ago, still considered the "new hero on the block." He shoots webs from his wrists, ability to climb anything, super flexible, heals rather quickly, kinesthetic, cocky, sarcastic, and comical. Sure he may not be a pro when it comes to fighting villains, but he has won every battle. That makes him well enough experienced.
Peter's goal is never to let anyone know his secret identity.
Why? Well, if you're the son of Tony Stark (AKA Iron Man) and Steve Rogers (AKA Captain America) who both are overprotective then you wouldn't want them to know.
Whenever Peter is in his room, he sketches designs of his outfit and comes up with ways to modify it. His red and blue spandex suit looks great, but a few changes wouldn't hurt.
"Make it impenetrable, keep the elasticity," Peter thought aloud. "Maybe use nitinol titanium like Dad's suit. Or vibranium like Pop's shield. Where can I get it, though?" He drew web-designs on his outfit and darkened the outlines. "Only trace the webbings with one of those elements. I'll probably have to sneak into the lab again."
He sure had his Dad's brains.
His phone rang and he picked up. "Hey, Gwenny."
"Peter! You have to come to Upper East Side!" Gwen yelled over the phone, hurting Peter's ears. "There's a fire and it's spreading! Some people are stuck on the higher floors!"
"Crap, I'll be there in a minute!"
With his Spider-Cycle he can, his self-invented motorcycle. He hardly uses it because it's not exactly conspicuous and he prefers swinging using his webs, but Upper East Side was a bit far and he needed to get there fast. After getting into his outfit, Peter jumped out of his windows, opened his capsule, and his Spider-Cycle appeared. He drove his motorcycle on the wires and roofs and within a minute, he was near the three blazing buildings. He pressed a button, and his Spider-Cycle turned back into a capsule.
"Look!" A lady shouted from below and pointed at the masked hero, "It's Spiderman!" And everyone cheered.
Peter sighed in bliss, "That never gets old." He jumped into the high-story windows and grabbed as many people as he could and placed them safely outside. It was hard to see through the smoke and the ceiling breaking apart, but he managed to get everyone out of all the buildings.
Well, almost everyone.
There was a girl screaming for help, and she seemed to be the only and last person stuck. She was pinned under piles of wood and brick but she was still breathing. Peter ran to her and threw all the piles off with ease and helped her up.
"Are you - wait a minute." Peter's eyes widened. "Felicia!"
"Hey, Spidey," Felicia winked.
"What the hell? What are you doing here?" Peter asked. "We've got to go, now!" He wrapped his arm around her waist and jumped out of the nearest window. Before they could both hit the ground, Peter shot a web to the nearest skyscraper, with the citizens applauding from behind.
The two landed on the roof and Felicia yanked off his mask, waving it around, giggling.
"Give it back, Fel, I don't have time to play one of your games," Peter spat.
Felicia rolled her eyes. "What's the matter? Afraid you're parents will call in a search party. Ruin your night?"
"We both know you could have gotten out of there. You're Black Cat for crying out loud."
"I just wanted to see you again. And we both know you wouldn't let me take one foot in your home." Felicia threw the mask back at him. She walked up to him and caressed his arm, squeezing his muscle. "Damn, you have gotten strong."
"What do you want?"
Felicia grinned slyly. "Oh, whatever do you mean?"
"You knew I was showing up so obviously you want something from me."
"Well, I got to see my former lover, which is always a treat."
Peter rolled his eyes. "Stop calling me that. We were never lovers. We hooked up and we moved on. I don't have time to talk to you, Fel, I have to get back home. I do have another status to uphold." He was referring to his "normal self" the one without the powers and crime fighting and secrets.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Felicia groaned. "Besides, you don't need to know. I already got what I need. See ya sometime again, Spiderman." With that, she jumped off the building and scurried off to God knows where.
Peter rolled his eyes, not at all surprised by the notorious thief's behavior. He put on his mask and swung from building to building to find Gwen anywhere but he couldn't find the blonde from below.
"She must have left," Peter thought.
He did multiple flips in the air and landed on the roof of a building in a crouching position. Just out of boredom. Peter smirked to himself, fully aware of his cockiness and his love of showing off.
"WOOHOO! YEAH, BABY!"
Peter turned around to see a man with a red and black suit, white eyes, and heavily weaponized sitting on the edge with two cards, a number 1 on the right and the word "million" on the other.
"That was awesome, Spidey! You're probably the only one I've seen who can pull that stunt off. I've tried plenty but I kept falling on my neck."
"What the hell? Deadpool?" Peter knew Deadpool from what his parents have told him. His appearance and behavior, the latter in which his parents do not favor whatsoever.
Deadpool gasped and jumped up. "Ohmygod, you know who I am. Aw, I'm starting to blush."
"I've heard of you. You're a mercenary, right? What is it they call you? The Merc with a Mouth?"
Deadpool bowed. "The one and only. Oh, where are my manners?" He pulled Spiderman into a bear hug and spun him around. Spiderman struggled, but Deadpool whispered, "Don't fight it, embrace it."
"Get off me!" Spiderman yelled and broke free. "Jesus, are you always this touchy-feely?"
"Oh yeah," Deadpool winked. "Now what is a pretty spider doing out near midnight?"
"Aw shit, it's almost midnight!" Spiderman cursed. "My parents are gonna kill me!"
Deadpool gasped, "Language!" He laughed at the hero's glare. "Geez, you need to lighten up. I'm sure you'll parents would understand. You're out saving the town; they should be proud."
Peter frowned at that. Luckily Deadpool couldn't see.
"Wade."
Peter turned to him. "What?"
"That's my name. Holy shit, I've never given my name to someone I just met, damn you must feel special." Wade laughed.
Peter was beyond confused. This guy, who he had met for the first time, a known mercenary, gave him his name. Why? And what was this dude's deal? Peter wasn't sure if he felt comfortable with this guy but for some reason Deadpool - or Wade - what somewhat intriguing. Or interesting? One of those.
"And why would you tell me your name?"
The merc shrugged. "I don't know. I probably like you or something." He pointed to his head. "It's screwy in there."
In all honesty, Deadpool wasn't entirely sure why he would just give this boy his name. Obviously, Spiderman wasn't an adult, he looked and sound young, even with the suit and mask. But the Merc is heavily interested in him. He's been watching him. Oh yeah, he's a big time stalker. When something catches his eye, he never loses sight of it. But he only stalks Spiderman when he springs into action; he gets to see him at his best moments. And he liked this boy. Not only was he a reliable hero, but he is hilarious and a bit arrogant. Just his style.
Peter's eyes widened. "You like me?"
"Yes, sir."
"In what way?" Peter was almost afraid of the answer.
Wade grinned. This boy was adorable.
"Anyway you want me to!"
"OK, that's enough crazy for me today, I gotta go home."
"Whaaat?" Wade gasped. "Even after the score I gave you, an awesome hug, and telling you my name you won't at least tell me yours? I am deeply hurt!"
"I don't have to give you anything!" Peter spat.
Wade snickered. "That sounded dirty."
"It's Peter, now leave me alone." Peter swung away, far away from the creep.
Wade grinned to himself. "Ah, I love it when they play hard to get."