A/N: Hellooo! How nice of you to read this! Very kind, much thank. Anyway, I wanted to tell you, that this is going to be a first-person-written story, but the Point Of View (POV) changes between Wade and Peter, I'll just let you know, so you know in whose head you're in right now. I might even try to break the 4thwall, not sure tho.

Have fun! (You better! And leave a review; feedback is very appreciated.) [Do I also have to mention, that I don't own Deadpool nor Spiderman? I guess..]


Wade Wilsons POV

'…A very lousy day! You hear me? I wish you a super-dooper lousy day!' I yelled after the doctor, while he closed the door right in front of me. I smiled. Acting was my passion, which I got to live out here, in this stinky mental hospital. But after three years, it started to get boring, even for me. So, I planned on escaping. But the key to that of course, is, that you have to act like you're still enjoying this shithole.

I think, that there are quite a few people in here, but I never got to interact with any of the other inmates, probably because I'd be endangering them or some bullshit like that. Well fuck them. Or wait, never mind. Fuck only the smoking hot ones.

Okay, I'm getting distracted. What was I doing again? Oh, yeah. Breaking out. I guess I could just bust out of the door, it's not like I couldn't do that. Like, I could have busted out of here whenever I wanted to, I just found it very entertaining to play with the doctors in here.

The thing is though, what then? If I bust out of the door, security would chase after me and it's not like I know the building, so I'd get lost and cornered somewhere with my luck. So - no, that wasn't an option. Unless… unless I'd have someone to tell me where to go. But where would I get someone like that? Heheh, butt.

Okay I keep getting distracted. So, busting out of the door only works, if I have someone who can direct me to the exit, very unlikely I'll find someone like that.

Another option would be, to break through the window, which is secured with heavy bars. I could try to bend them or some shit, but that wouldn't be as badass as walking right out of their front door.

I got it! If I can remember correctly, I'm on the second floor, which means, that under my cell there is another room, from which I could try to escape. And making a hole in this floor wouldn't be that hard, because this is a very old building and my floor is only one layer of wood… so maybe…

I got onto my knees and tried to peep in between the boards. It could actually work! As far as I can see, below me is a doctor's office, so there won't be that many guards around… and if the good doctor will be still in his office once the sun goes up, I guess I'll just have to knock him out. Yes, this is brilliant. Well done, me.

Though… there is one more thing. Sadly, I don't know, where they keep my katanas. Once they got me, well, they stripped me of my weapons and although they cannot do anything to them, since it's my property, they got taken away and locked up somewhere. I did get to keep my suit though, which is one of the few good things. And if you wanna know, why I got to keep it, let's just simply say, that the first doctor who tried to take it off, vomited by just seeing some of me. And I do not mean my dick. I know, great body confidence booster, right?

All I have to say right now is, that my plan is great, and it will work 110% and not be a disaster, but right not I need time to pass. I'll juts worry about my precious katanas once I bust through that floor. And in brought daylight? Genius. Badass genius, who is the handsomest, obviously.


Peter Parkers POV

'Spider man, spider man, friendly neighbourhood spider man' I was humming quietly under my nose while swinging through the forest of skyscrapers. Another evening in New York. Another evening of work. Another eventless evening. But duty calls. Maybe something interesting will happen this time?

After a while I got bored swinging around, so I stopped on one of the rooftops and sat down. I looked at my watch. Already eleven pm, and I still need to get some sleep because of school tomorrow. Being eighteen, an A student during senior year AND on top of that a superhero was pretty exhausting, to say the least. Besides, if I'm needed, Mr. Stark will call me.

But I stayed for another hour on the roof, lying down onto my back and looking at the stars, then I got up and at 12:13 I was back in my small but clean apartment. I went straight to bed after stripping from my suit. Tomorrow is a new day, right?


this is short, i know. i'll try to upload regularly (and with a higher word-count?) ? [probably won't happen hehe]