Author's note:

Hi! It's me!

This is a Spidey x Deadpool fanfic, so, I hope you enjoy it. PLEASE REVIEW BECAUSE I WANT TO KNOW HOW TO IMPROVE!

Disclaimer:

I wish I owned Marvel, or just spiderman or deadpool.

Enjoy!

Peter swung through the towering buildings, looking for something, anything really. Ever since Tony Stark had decided to become his half-dad (the term that they were currently using for their relationship) he had also become a lot more over-protective. He wasn't allowed out on missions, and Tony had managed to rope the other avengers into picking him up after school. Thankfully, today it had been his other dad, Steve, who had gotten caught up explaining the idea of patriotism to some kids, so Peter had managed to sneak away. He had his spidey suit, some snacks, everything. He had been hoping to get an opportunity like this ever since he had been unofficially grounded. He was never allowed out, and hadn't seen Ned for months. He was jerked rudely from his thoughts by a loud bang and the feeling of something barely missing his torso, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

[Yeah, thanks for that warning, spidey-senses]

He swung onto a nearby rooftop, and looked tentatively over the edge, only to be greeted with more gunshots in his direction.

[Why'd I choose today to bring my old suit?] He thought to himself, desperately wishing he could call Mr Stark. He ducked below a ledge, listening intently for any sounds, but it was all masked by the sounds of cars honking and beeping in the midday traffic jam. Peter looked over to the neighbouring building, trying to work out whether he's be able to make it without getting shot. He worked out that, provided the guy only had average reflexes and aim, he might be able to make it, he'd have to be quick though. He shuffled sideways, until he reached the edge of the building. Without daring to look over the side, he jumped, using his web fluids to catch himself. He swung up, but not before his attacker had managed to get a few shots in, one which cut into the side of his leg, one which skimmed his left wrist, ricocheting off and nearly hitting him in the head. His leg buckled under his weight as he landed, and he hit the rooftop with a resounding thud. His head was spinning, so he allowed a few seconds to reorientate himself and he heard shouting and swearing from down below. Peter sat up, and rubbed his head, dreading what he was going to see when he looked down. He lanced down anyway, to see his leg smeared with blood, but as he looked a little closer, he realised it was only a surface wound. Enough to cause a lot of pain, but not enough to cause any serious or long term damage. Still, it killed. He tried to wipe away some blood, but more kept replacing it. After a couple of minutes, he gave up and webbed it up, while it wasn't a perfect solution, it would have to do for now. He used the roof edge to pull himself up and tried to put some weight on it. He cried out in pain, and his knuckled went white from his grim on the side.

"No!" He reprimanded himself aloud. "You are an avenger now, you will not get hurt by something so absolutely stupid! Mr Stark will literally never let you leave the tower again, and he will be so mad... Oh damn. Stupid stupid stupid! You finally manage to get out, and there is no way he won't notice. No way in hell. Well done Spidey, this is exactly what he was worried about." He gritted his teeth and began to walk across the roof, not allowing himself to limp. He froze when he heard voices from inside a slightly raised door which evidently led inside the building.

"I'm telling you, I shot him. I think I got his leg."

"No way. Besides, even if you did, he's not stupid enough to stay up here."

Peter glared at the doors, before remembering that the two men had guns. There was nowhere to hide atop the roof, so he was going to have to jump again. The footsteps were drawing closer and closer to the top of the building now, so he turned and tried his best to run to the edge of the building, swiftly climbing over the side. He heard the doors beginning to open, and he jumped, extending his right arm out to shoot web fluid in order to catch himself. He did the same with his left, but nothing came out. He desperately jabbed out his arm repeatedly, to no affect. Peter began to plummet down towards the street, and panic ripped through him. He flailed his arms around, and managed to use his right web shooter to grab the building across the street. He slammed into the hard brick, dropped a few meters and fell in a crumpled heap on the floor.

At the tower

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE HE IS?!" Tony yelled, making Steve cower.

"I-I didn't realise he had got out yet-"

"That's not an excuse! He's been through enough!"

"Tony, babe, listen. He was a superhero for years before that. He will be absolutely fine."

Tony glared at him, unconvinced, before realising that there was nothing he could do. Peter would hate him forever if he went to get him back, and besides, Steve was probably right.

"Guys," A voice said from the side. Tony and Steve turned to see Bruce. "I was just watching the news... and... well, I thought you should see this."

They strode onto the next room together and Bruce re-winded the television to 3 and a half minutes ago.

'And now, the latest sighting of Spider-man, this arachnid themed vigilante was seen tactfully avoiding gunshots while swinging away from his attackers.'

Tony tensed up as they watched footage of Peter slam onto the roof with a bleeding leg play behind the woman on screen.

'After escaping from the roof, his left web-shooter failed and he was forced to use his right one again, causing a painful collision with the building.'

Tony turned slowly towards Steve, who's eyes were still glued to the screen showing Peter's bleeding form hurriedly limp away, obviously trying to conceal his pain.

"He'll be fine?" Tony whispered menacingly.

Peter sank his back down the wall in the alleyway, closing his eyes. Tears escaped them, and he buried his face in his hands.

[Mr. Stark will never forgive me. He will hate me forever, and him and Pops will tell me to move out, and I will have nowhere to go because all the avengers will hate me.]

He began to sob softly, imagining all of the worst case scenarios.

"What's this? A lookalike of me?"

The man noticed the wounds, and took a few steps closer, kneeling down at the same time. Peter moved away slightly, and tried to cover his leg.

"Are you the infamous Spiderman?" Peter nodded slightly.

"And you are...?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"Deadpool. The one and only."