Hello people! I've decided to try something a bit new again!
This is going to be a series of not-quite-oneshots, as they all sorta have a different theme and there is not really a huge plot other than MCU Spider-man and Deadpool building a sibling relationship.
That being said: THIS IS NOT A ROMANTIC SPIDEYPOOL. While I do think that Spider-man and Deadpool are a great couple and I definitely ship them...this Peter is FIFTEEN. Maybe if he were older I would turn this into a romance, but not today.
This story takes place after Homecoming, but before Infinity War, obviously. It's about 6 months or so after the movie, and if this is progressing how I think it will we may be ignoring Infinity War in the future. :)
Without further ado, I present "Little Red Riding Hoods"!
Spiderman let out a small howl as he swung between two apartment complex's, waving to a little girl staring through the window. Her eyes lit up at seeing him, and she enthusiastically waved back.
No feeling in the world would beat web-swinging, of that Peter was certain. Especially with Mr. Stark's upgrades.
The way the air moved around him. Making way for his activities and heroism, as if he were the most important thing in the sky at that very moment. The wind flowing through the skin-tight, red and blue suit, acting as its own ventalation.
Peter swung until he was at the top of his arc, letting go at the last second before the laws of physics could take hold. For a brief moment, he was still in the air. Then, with a flick of his right wrist, a web shot out, gripping to a nearby wall.
And the process repeated. Over and over, swinging through the suburbs of Queens, on the lookout for any evildoers at work.
'Although,' Peter thought as he landed on the roof of a worn down thrift shop. 'They would be pretty stupid to commit a crime in the middle of the day.'
Of course, it was Queens, so crime ran rampant no matter the time of day. Peter knew that from personal experience.
But that's exactly what Spiderman was for. Protecting the little guys from the unrecognized threats that plagued citizens every day.
It's why he turned down the offer to be an Avenger. That had been one of Peter's hopes (and dreams) when he had first started in the hero business; That after he brought Ben's murderer to justice, he would work his way up to being an Avenger.
But when Mr. Stark presented the offer to him, right on a silver platter, he declined. The decision may come to bite Peter in the ass later in life, but he liked to live in the present, anyway.
"Peter, your Aunt wishes to speak with you. Shall I put her through?" Karen told him, and Peter winced, deflating from his perch.
It had been about 6 months since Aunt May had found out his secret. And ever since then, the mother henning Peter usually encountered increased tenfold.
It was nice that May had let him continue doing his hero work, though. He mostly had Mr. Stark to thank for that, as he was the one to finally convince her that Peter was a decent hero (That conversation was the first time he saw the great Tony Stark visibly wary, and Peter had to fight his hardest to keep from bursting from laughter).
She still did not entirely approve, but she saw it as 'he's going to go out whether I know or not', and had slowly warmed up to the idea.
Really, the only downside to the situation was her need for constant updates.
"Yeah, go for it, Karen." Peter replied, sitting fully down on the edge of the roof, legs swinging back and forth off the edge. His hands came to rest behind him, propping him up and preparing for the long haul.
A picture of May came up in his lenses before he heard her speak. "Peter, you better be on your way home right now, mister."
"Why?" Peter whined, lazily scanning the horizon. "It's a Saturday. Saturdays are for Spiderman!"
May clicked her tounge. "You mean they were for Spiderman. Now that I know you're throwing yourself into dangerous situations, I need to add that to the fact you are growing up way to fast. From now on, Saturdays are May days, got it?"
"But May-"
"No buts. Except yours in this apartment, in normal clothes and ready to spend with your favourite Aunt." May abruptly ended the call, and Peter let out a sigh.
He knew he should be grateful that May loved him that much and wanted to spend time with him, but he had a job to do. A duty. Peter couldn't exactly just skip school to go fight crime all day (He still did it after school, but imagine all those crimes he could have stopped during the day?).
That's what Saturdays were for, with no threat of the impending school week to worry about like on Sunday.
"Shall I set a GPS to get back to your home?" Karen asked, and Peter sighed.
"I guess so, Karen. Looks like Spiderman is hanging up the tights for today. I'll just have to wait until tonight."
"Ooh, sounds kinky."
Peter yelped at the unfamiliar voice. He spun around and leapt to his feet, crouching and pointing his web shooters at a man standing in the middle of the roof.
The man's costume was strange, to say the least. He wore almost all red with black accents, with what looked like two swords in an x-shaped shealth across his back. He wore a belt around his waist, where Peter could clearly see two pistols, one on each side. The mask he wore was strikingly similar to Peter's own, with white lenses and a red base color.
The man was also very tall, and very well muscled. Seriously, Peter would kill for muscles like those instead of his lean, wimpy ones that barely anyone noticed or saw.
"Damnit, I didn't mean to say that out loud. Well, guess there's no turning back now." the man visibly looked over Peters entire body, and he felt himself flush at the examination under his mask. "Not that I would ever want to turn away from that gorgeous bubble-butt." he made a motion that looked like winking, and sassily placed his hands on his hips.
While this man seemed to be totally in control of the situation, Peter was internally screaming. He had never had someone who approached him like this before. What the heck was he supposed to say to someone like this?
Panicking, he said the first thing that came to his mind. "I'm fifteen."
Peter could have slapped himself, if it wouldn't have made him look even more like a fool. What if this guy was some type of hero, too? And he just made himself look like an idiot.
The man's eyes seemed to widen a bit, before he got visibly angry. "God damnit! What the hell?! You're not supposed to be this young! All the other actors were, like, twenty five!" He gripped his head, before running his hands down his mask with a sigh. "Shit."
"Uh-um..." Peter stumbled, still utterly confused. He also found himself blushing a bit at the profanity. After all, was the language really necessary in every single sentence this guy said? It was like riding the subway all over again, before he got his powers.
Spiderman found himself lowering his web-shooters in favour of simply staring at the man. Even if the man wasn't a hero, his Spidey Sense didn't warn him of anything out of place. Granted, the guns strapped to his hips gave Peter a bit of pause, but he felt as though they would never be used on him.
"Welp, if you're not of age I don't really want to waste my time here. Seriously, the creators had one job, and they messed it up!" The man turned away from him, and Peter found himself scrambling to say something.
"W-wait!" he called, and was a bit suprised when the man turned to glance at him over his shoulder. "What do...what just..." Peter stumbled, waving his hands a bit. He was seriously grasping for straws here.
There must have been some kind of expression being cast through his mask, as the man whirled about and placed his hands on his cheeks, and leahed forward at the waist.
"Aaw! Little baby wabby Spidey is confused! That's precious!" the man squealed. Peter once again found his cheeks flaming at being called 'precious'.
"I'm not 'precious'! I'm a highly dangerous person to be around!" Spiderman exclaimed, finding that he was no longer worried about thinking before he spoke. This guy obviously wasn't, so why should Peter?
The man let out another squeal and ran up to Spiderman. Peter had just enough time to lean away, his torso completely off of the roof. He was still on the verge of popping Spiderman's personal bubble, though.
"You may not be old enough to have fun yet, but you sure are adorable!" he reached out and bopped Peter's nose with his pointer finger, causing the teen to go cross-eyed for a moment.
"I...can you...move back a little, please?" Peter forced out, cringing at his high pitched voice. Compared to this man's deep timber, he sounded like a field mouse. Which was, admmitedly, a bit embarrassing, even in the world of Peter Parker.
"Why the hell would I do that? Would someone want to leave a puppy all alone on a roof? With no one to cuddle with?" he paused for a moment, as if expecting Peter to answer before trudging on. "Of course not! So what despicable human being would leave a baby Spidey to the same fate?"
Peter opened his mouth once, then twice, before clamping his mouth shut and simply staring at the man who was still a bit too close for his liking.
Honestly, this guy didn't seem all that bad. There was something that was obviously odd about him, and Peter could sense that he could have a bit of a darker side then this happy-go-lucky attitude seemed to suggest. But he hadn't attacked him yet, and that was saying something.
So Peter might as well try to start a somewhat normal conversation, right? Granted, they had already been talking quite a bit, but was it really considered a conversation if only one person did most of the conversing?
He opened his mouth to do just that, when he realized he didn't even know this guys name.
"Uh, not to be rude or anything, sir, but...who are you, exactly?" he squeaked out, and the man's eyes widened.
"Holy Shit! We've been talking this entire time and you don't even know who I am?! I've been saying your name this entire time! That must have sounded pretty stalkery...although, I am a bit of a stalker, so that sounds like something I would do." the man rambled. Peter listened to the rant, trying to make any sense of what he was saying.
It didn't really work.
"The names Pool! Deadpool, to be exact! I am at you're command, master!" he did a mock bow, his forehead almost touching the cement of the roof.
"Would you leave if I commanded you to?" Peter found himself saying. He clamped his hands around his mouth as soon as what he just said registered, and his eyes widened as he saw the man-Deadpool-snap back upright with wide eyes of his own.
"Oh my-I am so sorry! That just, kinda, came out and I don't know where it came from! I am-that was so rude, I can't believe-I am so sorry, sir, I didn't mean to-" he got cut off as Dead pool shushed him, placing his left index finger on his lips through the mask.
"If you keep talking, I might actually die of cuteness overload." Deadpool whispered.
Peter felt a flare of indignation well up, and he batted the man's hand away from his face.
"I am not cute!" Nope, his voice totally didn't just crack at the end. Really, it never happened.
Deadpool heard it loud and clear, and gave a small, fond sigh while shaking his head.
"See, if 'ya want to keep people from thinking you're not bone-crushingly, brain melting adorable, you're going to have to-"
"Peter, your Aunt is calling again. I would suggest making your way back home." Karen interupted, and Peters eyes widened. He had completely forgotten about May.
"Woah, hold up! Since when does Spidey's suit have a woman inside of it? And how do I get a woman into mine?" Deadpool asked skeptically, crossing his arms and giving a petulant pout that Peter could see even through the mask.
"Uh, look, I'm really sorry Mr...Pool? But I have to get going. Like, right now." He stammered, and Peter found that he actually was. He found that talking to Deadpool was actually pretty enjoyable.
Actually, he didn't really know what had just happened. But it involved Deadpool and he seemed pretty cool, and the man still didn't attack him.
Peter couldn't wait to tell Mr. Stark about the new person/hero he had met. Well, as soon as May had her way with him, that is.
"Why do you have to leave, baby Spidey!? We just got a convo going!" Deadpool whined. Peter genuinely felt bad about leaving, but he couldn't exactly leave May waiting for much longer.
"I'm really sorry. But, um..." the teen trailed, rubbing the back of his head. He wasn't really sure where he was going with that statement, but he found himself saying it before he could stop himself.
"But...?" Deadpool whispered, eyes wide and voice hopeful. Peter found an amused smirk climbing onto his face at the action.
He had never really met anyone who seemed to adore him this much. And while the comments at the beginning were a little...uncomfortable...Deadpool hadn't said anything like that since. Overall, Peter could see himself hanging out with this man in the future.
With that, Spiderman made his decision.
"How about we hang out sometime other time? Got any ideas?" he asked, and his smile widened when he saw Deadpool practically vibrating with excitement.
"Hell yeah! Any time, anywhere. I'm all yours, little Spider!" the man exclaimed, and Peter couldn't stop the small laugh that bubbled'out of his lips.
"How about...next week? Maybe Friday, around 7 at night, in this roof?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world!"
Peter nodded and then gave a mock salute before leaning all the way back and off the building. At the last second, he aimed his website and shot into the air.
"See ya then, Deadpool!" Spiderman exclaimed over his shoulder as he swung away from the man.
"Bye, bye, my little Spidey boy!" he heard the man call out, and Peter rolled his eyes. How many nicknames could this guy come up with?
Strangly, he felt excited for the next time he was going to meet Deadpool. Peter was interested to see what kind of things would come up in the man's presence.
Letting loose a boutful of laughter, Spiderman swung home to spend the rest of his day with his Aunt. After his scolding for being late and ignoring her call, of course.
Well, waddaya think? I really hope I got the character right, especially Deadpool. He is fun to write, but also extremely hard for me for some reason.
Hope you enjoyed, there is plenty more yet to come!
~Atatami