A Pool full of Spiders:

This uses Spiderman with radioactive powers, not tech, so the webs come from his wrist, not his devices.

This uses Deadpool... Not much else to say, I mean it's Deadpool.

Boxes:

Yellow is whiney. [Y: This is Yellow speaking.]

White is Old timey.[W: This is White.]

Chapter One: A Chance Meeting

Deadpool POV:

The mercenary sat on the rooftop with his feet hanging over the ledge, he leaned forward watching the city die down and settle in for the night. The street lights flickered on, and the nightlife began. Deadpool smirked, getting ready to start his fun night of work. Standing up he heard someone land on the roof behind him, turning around swiftly katana in hand raised to fight. When he saw Spiderman he immediately put his weapons away adopting a fanboy voice "Spidey, oh my gosh, I'm super excited to see you!" he rifled around in his suit and found a receipt for tacos, quickly holding it out "Can I have your autograph?" Looking at Spiderman with complete adoration.

Spiderman looked taken aback, rubbing the back of his neck and slouching a little "I uhm... I don't have a pen..." he looked away, and to Deadpool he seemed sheepish, thinking about the newspapers lately Spidey probably hadn't been getting many happy fans lately. He heard a smile in the hero's voice as they spoke up "You're Deadpool if I recall correctly, right?"

Deadpool squealed like a schoolgirl "Yes! I'm Deadpool, surprised you've remember little ol'me." he kicked the ground a little as if playing bashful.

Spiderman planted a hand on his face in exasperation, then shook his head "Anyway, what are you doing up here?" Spiderman's mask scrunching a little as he obviously was raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

Deadpool dropped his act crossing his arms "I was about to start my job, but I could drop it to hang with you Spidey." somehow through the mask he managed to wink. Spiderman shook his head "I'm here on work too, I heard there might be a hit on a local business man, ever heard of Tom Shmee?" Deadpool stiffened "Oh uhm... I have..." He looked down at his feet rather than at Spiderman.

Spiderman noticed "You're... you're the mercenary sent to kill him aren't you...?" He eyed Deadpool with suspicion as a gunshot was heard in the streets below, quickly they both ran to the edge of the building, Spiderman spotted the business man hunched over gripping his chest, while Deadpool spotted the perp running away. Deadpool hoped down from the two story building and ran out after the perp, while Spiderman quickly went to check on the man.

Spiderman's POV:

He ran up to the hunched over man, shouting that someone call 911. He noticed the wound was right through the man's left lung. Tom Shmee was gasping for air, as he slowly faded out of consciousness. Spiderman looked up seeing Deadpool in the distance, he had tackled the shooter and was wrestling with him.

Knowing he couldn't help the with medical skills much, Spiderman quickly tore the business mans shirt did his best to stop the bleeding before catching up with Deadpool. Shouting "Don't kill him!" as he came closer and saw that Deadpool was punching this guy into the ground.

[W: Figuratively.]

[Y: Yeah, we're holding back for the weakling.]

[W: Such a shame, we shouldn't be wasting our time.]

[Y: On the plus side, we didn't have to fight Spidey to the death over that mark.]

Deadpool muttered under his breath "It's not our POV yet, so shut up." Confused Spiderman titled his head but continued forward to drag Deadpool off the now not moving would-be killer. Moving his wrist he flexed his fingers and shot a web pinning the guy to the wall. Rubbing the back of his neck he looked at Deadpool "Thanks? But why were you here?"

Deadpool shrugged "As I said, I have a job..." he whistled then ran down a nearby ally. Spiderman stood there a little confused before checking on Tom Shmee, the medics had arrived and thanked him for his help, saying without the bandaging he'd be a goner.

Spiderman nodded then pointed down the way so that they could collect the webbed up man who was now very much not conscious. Sighing he continued to patrol for a while longer.