Swinging through the streets of New York was none other than Spiderman, or regular teen Peter Parker, patrolling for crime, which strangely occurred in the form of men in crazy suits with crazier abilities. So it didn't have that much of an effect when he saw his former best friend, Harry Osborn, disguised as the hideous Green Goblin, wreaking havoc on not-so-innocent New Yorkers. The spandex-covered teen sighed to himself, and swung his way right into one of the worst evenings of his life. Dropping himself in front of Osborn, Spiderman's notorious (and annoying) spider-sense kicked in as nothing but muscle smooshed into him in what seemed like a hug to the teen.

"Oh Spidey-boy, ya gotta help me take care of this lunatic!" Peter sighed and pulled off the speaker, the ever-so-crazy Deadpool, Merc with a Mouth, That Guy Who Wants To Kill You, God he had so many titles.

"Wade, I told you to stop calling me that ages ago." Deadpool was annoyed by the fact that he had been addressed by his first name. He took Peter by the shoulders and looked him the eye.

"Baby boy, now is not the time for formal greetings, this guy is throwing some crazy smoke bombs. I'm telling you, it ain't natural." Peter shrugged off the larger man and snatched a distracted Osborn off his glider using his web-shooter. Deadpool grabbed the thick strand of web from the teen and faced him.

"Listen, Petey, I know I say things that aren't usually believable-" Peter cut Wade off by snatching the web from him.

"Don't I know that. Let me handle this." Peter stepped a good distance away from Wade.

"Peter-"

"If you two are done here, I'll be getting on with my plan." Green Goblin sneered, holding up a small knife, having cut the web strand attached to him. In one swift kick to the face, he knocked Peter on the ground and stood over him.

"God, Harry, you really are getting strong." He tried to crack a joke avoiding his cracked jaw, but it only angered the diseased teen before him.

"Look, I just want to get my revenge over with so I can get my reputation back," Osborn sneered. "You're so heroic, God it makes me sick. Everyone loves you, not that Spiderman could get better..." Harry continued, pulling out a shiny silver sphere. "I just wonder how she would take the change." The teen threw down the smoke bomb, just as Wade got over himself, pushing him down, punching him left and right into unconsciousness.

"Wait, she-" Peter was engulfed in a bright pink smoke. Coughing violently, the teen was lifted from the ground.

Peter's first thought when he came to in Aunt May's living room was:
'Woah, has Wade been lifting more than usual?'.

"Ya know, I would like it if you said I'm fucking awesome to my face." Wade said, sitting up in a chair across from Peter.

"Wha-What are you doing here?! May doesn't know about your 'other side' yet!" Peter screeched, hands immediately flying to his mouth.

"Heh, looks like you finally noticed." Wade munched on a taco.
"What the hell happened to my voice?!" Peter breathed quickly at his squeaky, almost girly, voice.

"More like 'What the hell happened to your body', Spider-babe." Wade laughed hysterically. Peter's eyes adverted from the chuckling mercenary in his Aunt's living room down to his, erm, her body. It all came crashing down on Peter as he felt the sudden heaviness on his chest, down to his petite waist, his rounded out hips, and the awkward feeling of not having a 'wonder stick' down there.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. OH MY GOD." Peter stood up, flailing his arms about. He kept screaming, until Wade grabbed his hands, and sat him down.

"You are quite the female." He said, looking at Peter. (gonna start using she now, he's aware he is now a she.) She blushed furiously, covering her chest with her arms, when it dawned on her that her spider suit was now a little too baggy.

"Oh my, how, how is Aunt May going to take this, what am I going to wear?!" Peter whispered to herself. Her intelligent mind couldn't comprehend how she was changed to the opposite sex, but it could worry about clothes.

"Typical female. You're worse than Wanda (Lady Deadpool from Deadpool Corps) when her suit gets torn." Wade helped himself into the kitchen. Peter followed after him, when Aunt May waltzed into the kitchen.

"Peter, you've woken!" She said with a bright smile. It cheered the short lady that she finally had a female companion around once in a while, she could go shopping and not leave early to a male's dismay. She could teach her about the magical wonders of being a female. If that didn't make her heart smile, Wade didn't know what did. Peter looked at her aunt and screamed.

"AUNT MAY, I DON'T HAVE A DICK." Peter couldn't help but to say it. She looked at her aunt, a laughing Wade, and fainted. Wade caught her small frame, and held her tightly.

"I'm gonna put her to bed, you should go get her some nice clothes or whatever, start making her a new suit." He turned serious for a moment. Aunt May cheered to herself and slung her purse over her shoulder.

"You don't have to tell me twice, Mr. Wilson!" Aunt May reached towards the door.

"Call me Wade, ma'am." And with that, he gently carried Peter to her room.

Peter woke up once again, but this time in her bed. She sighed to herself at the sight of being in a T-shirt and plaid boxers, but also remembered the fact that she was now a girl. Groaning to herself, she got up and walked to the large mirror hanging off of her door. Turning from side to side, lifting her shirt to look at her flat stomach and defined curves, Peter kinda checked herself out.

"At least I'm pretty." She murmured, swinging her long, brown hair to one shoulder.
"Indeed you are. I'd thought you would never wake up, Aunt May has been dying to show you your new suit-"

"What are you doing in my room?!" Peter hissed at him. The question didn't faze Wade as he continued talking. Peter walked up to him, being about 5'7", Wade being like 6'3".

"Oh ya know, keeping an eye out for my spider-princess." Wade crossed his arms and Peter could see the smirk behind his mask.

"Listen here, you piece of-" Peter stopped herself, looking at the finger she had poked in Wade's firm chest. She blushed slightly, and looked down at her feet. "I'm going to talk to my aunt." Peter let herself out of her room quickly. She found Aunt May sitting in the living room, a red and blue outfit laid out on the table.

"Oh Peter! Look at your new suit!" Aunt May held the outfit.
"It's a dress?!" Peter squealed in shock.

"Yes, now go try it on!" Aunt May ushered the teen girl to her room to change. Locking the door from Wade, she threw the dress on her bed and lifted the T-shirt over her head, hair swinging softly out of it as she threw it in a corner. Sliding down the boxers, she heard the corner chuckle and screamed in a very, very high-pitched scream.

"Shut up! We don't want Aunt May busting down your door, do we?" Wade slipped his hand over Peter's mouth and held her close to him. Peter could feel the rough scars pressing on her lips and tried to move her arms to at least shoot a web to distract the larger man. "Now, I'm going to take my hand off your mouth, and you're not going to scream, got it, baby girl?" Wade whispered calmly in her ear. She nodded swiftly, hoping he wouldn't feel the heat on her cheeks. Wade did as he promised, and Peter stood stiffly in his grasp. Taking a deep breath, she turned her head up towards Wade and smiled

.
"Ya know, I kinda like this." Peter relaxed against him, and wiggled her arms over his, holding on to his joined hands in front of her stomach. Wade was certainly taken aback for a few seconds, but thought to himself of a response.

"You're not just saying this, baby girl?" He asked. Peter looked at him for a minute, then released her hands from their place over his.

"Of course, Wade." She smiled, and lifted his mask up to the bridge of his nose. She stood on her tip-toes and leaned up ever so slowly towards his face. Wade leaned down to her, and Peter brushed her lips against his. She could hear his breath hitch in his throat and smiled against his lips. Wade grinned, and Peter brought her hand up and shot a web on his face. Releasing her to tear the web off, Peter ducked and grabbed the dress and matching boots and ducked in her closet. Grateful there was a lock inside, she turned it and hurriedly put on the outfit, finding her web-shooters and attaching them to the sleeves of her dress. She slipped on the knee-high boots and waiting until Wade's grunts ceased before turning the lock and opening the closet door, holding a knife she kept in her closet in case all else failed. Wade wasted no time in grabbing her by her waist, growling at her. Panicking, Peter moved the knife upwards and felt herself drop to the ground, hitting her face. Something else landed next to her with a loud 'THUMP'.

"I'm not happy with this Petey, what about our love?!" The head next to her wailed. Peter scrambled away from it, and Wade's body wandered around. "Could you maybe, put my head back on? It's such a drag." Wade said, looking up at his body, cursing it.

"O-ok." Peter stammered, picking up the head. She couldn't help but think in some twisted sort of way, that this was cute. Taking the mask off, completely, she held the blood-dripping head up to hers and kissed the rough, scarred lips. Giggling, she heard Wade's body collapse and saw his eyes flutter right before hers.

TO BE CONTINUED...