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There were times during the patrols, when their paths would cross, that he wouldn't understand the friction. It should have just been playful, but instead there was an undertone of distrust every time. Everytime he would talk to the hero, Wade didn't understand why Spider-Man refused to trust him. Since he wasn't as concerned as the aracnid about secret identities, he tended to forget that he wasn't just Wade; he was Deadpool.
And there were plenty of reasons to not trust Deadpool.
Times like now, with his katana holding up some slime disguised in a suit and the trash slicing slowly apart, it reminded him of what he was. A mercenary. A killer. Someone who didn't deserve trust.
Letting the body fall to the floor, Wade felt the familair eerie calm. Bodies, money, drugs and broken furniture littered the floor. Not a single thing was heard save for Wade's own breathing and the voices in his head.
You really think Spidey would approve of this?
No wonder he doesn't give you the time of day!
You're nothing but a monster.
Bad enough you act like one, but you look like one, too!
Wade shook his head to try and clear his thoughts as he put his weapon away. Of course he already knew all that. It was hard to forget his work. Especially with the great pay that followed.
But whenever he saw the hero...he couldn't seem to help himself. He knew Spidey had a habit of seeing the good in everything and everyone even when it didn't seem to be there. Maybe if he was around the younger enough, Spidey could convince him he still had some good.
'Maybe I gotta dig deep. Like a mine.'
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