[This is Yellow box.]
||This is White box.||
Thoughts a.k.a thing not spoken out loud.
"Normal dialogue."
Text. This is text. Am I being obnoxiously condescending? Probably... yeah. Sorry...

A/N: This is my first fic and it's not beta read. [Edit 2019-05-02: I've proofread it know] So beware of drastic changes in writing style and errors in spelling and grammar, and probably a lot of tense changes. Furthermore I'm not a native English speaker so...yeah, disclaimer?
Also ratings confuse me to no end and I'm bad at tagging

Reviews, comments and corrections of grammar and spelling is always appreciated.

Oh, by the way just so you know. Deadpool is Deadpool. He can totally emote through his mask.

Deadpool's pov.

Climbing up the fire escape Deadpool is basically bouncing in joy over finally being back in New York to visit Spider-man.

[We're gonna go see Spidey. Spidey. Spidey.]

Well up on the roof he looks around scratching his chin contemplatively."Okay, where were we suppose to meet him now again?"

||A rooftop.||

Rolling his eyes Deadpool gestures at the innumerable rooftops surrounding them. "Duh, I know that. But which one?"

[This one?]

"No." Frowning he looks around. "At least I don't-" All of a sudden there's loud screaming cutting him off.

"What's all that noise?" Walking over to the roof edge he peers down only to see a load of people running away from a group with guns.

[What are they doing?]
||Most likely robbing the bank across from here.||
[Is Spidey coming then?]

"Oh, I just got the best idea." Heading back towards the fire escape Deadpool hurries down.

[We just climbed those stairs...]

||What are you doing?||

"We're gonna kick some ass to make Spidey-senpai notice us."

[Yay.]

Hurrying across the street he pulls out two handguns, zigzagging between panicked people. "Note to self; maim and kick ass. No k-wording or Spidey-kins will get angry."

Raising his guns he incapacitates the two first guys by shooting their shoulders. Running past them he hits a third one in the head with the butt of his gun. "Three down, two more to go."

||Four actually. Two more just came out from the bank.||

Raising his guns he shoots those two in their legs and arms. "Like I said: Two more to go."

Finally the last two seem to have started to realize that something is wrong.

||A bit slow, aren't they?||

"It's called being mentally deficient."

Quickly shooting the one making a run for it in a shoulders and a leg, Deadpool calmly lowers his guns and strolls up to the last guy, who seems to be paralyzed.

Pouting in mock disappointment he leans in close and asks, "Now what do you think you're doing?" And of course that happens to be precisely the moment the guy gets unparalyzed.

Flailing like a windmill the guy drops his gun and tries to push Deadpool's face away in panic. Unfortunately when Deadpool draws back his mask stays in panicked guys hand.

"Oh, you're gonna regret that."

Freezing the guy simply stares at Deadpool. Then after a couple of seconds of staring it finally seems to be to much for the guy and he simply faints.

[That was anticlimactic...]
||What other reaction would you expect from seeing a face like that?||

"Shut up."

Frowning he looks around. "Where did my mask go?" In the middle of the flailing mess of panic it has managed to get lost.

Busy looking around for his mask Deadpool doesn't notice when someone walks up to him.

"Excuse me."

Head whipping up Deadpool freezes as he is met with the larges most beautiful chocolate eyes he's ever seen accompanied by an equally gorgeous smile.

Quickly turning he tries to hide his face. "Sorry kid, I don't do autographs."

[No! I want to keep looking at the cutie!]

"Oh, that wasn't what I wanted, but good to know. I believe this is yours."

Eyes widening Deadpool sees the kids hand pop up in font of him holding his mask. For a moment he simply stares at it before slowly reaching out to grab it. "Thanks, kiddo."

Pulling the mask on he turns back with a smile. "Really appreciate it."

Still somehow smiling the kid shrugs. "No problem."

[Ohmigosh! He's still smiling after seeing our face!]
||It's the suit. He probably thinks we're Spider-man.||

"By the way, well done stopping that robbery, Deadpool."

[He knows we're us!]

"Thanks." Standing there stunned Deadpool's unsure on what to do while the cute jailbait is smiling up at him [Marry him!], voices not helping, he uncharacteristically decides to stay quiet.

Don't talk to the boxes. Just stay quiet.

[Hey! Don't ignore us!]
||It might frighten him away if he talks to us though.||
[Oh... Then shut up. I want cutie to stay.]

So do I. So shut up yourself. You're not helping.

Judging by how the cuties smile diminishes, staying quiet wasn't the right option. Though it might have been the staring that caused that.

Slowly a blush starts to stain the kids cheeks. He's adorable.

||Agreed||
[Can we keep him?]

Blush now reaching his hairline the kid awkwardly looks away biting his bottom lip, Oh my god those lips, before looking back at him. "I'm Pet-" but that's when the police decides to show up sirens blaring.

"Sorry, cutie pie. That's my cue to get out of here." Deadpool quickly says before making a run for it.

[No get his number first!]
||To late.||

-..-..-..

Several blocks away and up on a rooftop Deadpool is now bemoaning his horrible luck.

Falling back onto the roof ledge he dangles his upper body defeatedly over the edge before he loudly exclaims. "We didn't even get his name."

[Can't you read? It was Pet.]
||I believe that was only a small part of it.||

Turning over he gestures at the heavens. "He was perfect. That mouth alone deserves worship. And now I'll never see it again!"

[And that booty.]
||We didn't see his booty.||
[It's perfect. I know it.]

Suddenly there's a soft thump on the roof. "Speaking of booty."

Sitting up he looks over at the owner of the booty of all booties."Hello, Spidey-babe."