Chapter 1
Peter Parker, 18, sighed heavily as he hauled himself into the second story of his aunt's house bruised and bloody from a fight with Rhino. He peeled off his sticky suit holding back a scream as it ripped part of his skin off and stuck to the fabric. He cursed under his breath as he stumbled over to his bathroom and turned on the shower as he stripped even more. He stepped under the hot water as it cascaded down his body rinsing the blood off as it mixed with the water making a reddish-pinkish hue. He then dragged himself over to his desktop to stitch some of his wounds up trying to come up with a convincing lie to tell Aunt May.
He groaned as he lowered himself into bed to try to slip into sleep but his alarm had other ideas as it blared loudly indicating that it was six o' clock in the morning. He growled slamming it and got up dressing as he prepared to face the wrath of his forty year old aunt. He stopped as he heard he laughing in the kitchen and entered the kitchen to find a man wearing a dark leather jacket and an eye patch.
"Ah Peter you're finally awake. I want you to meet Mr. Fury of the Strategic Homeland of International Espionage and Defense," his aunt said smiling at the quite handsome African American man to her left.
"Hello Peter, I am Agent Nick Fury of s.h.i.e.l.d. and I would like you to join our academy of gifted teens," he smiled brightly however Peter could tell he hated being so nice.
"Uh no offense Agent Fury but why are you here? I mean yeah I graduated high school when I was 16 but I don't think I'm gifted or anything," the brunette shifted nervously. He had heard of Fury's reputation from some people who worked with him. Tony Stark treated him like an annoying parent, Steve Rogers respected him and others feared him so what did he want with him.
"May I speak with you privately," he asked indicating Peter's bedroom door at the top of the stairs. The lanky teen nodded showing him up to his room as he sat on his bed. Peter looked the tall man up and down blushing slightly as his mind wandered to lewd thoughts. "I know your secret Peter just as you know of who I am correct?"
"Huh? Oh yeah I know who you are and what s.h.i.e.l.d. does to help people but why do you want me? I'm just Peter Parker," he looked up with his hazel eyes staring at Fury who paced around the room.
"We believe you are familiar with a certain merc with a mouth? One Wade W. Wilson a.k.a. Deadpool," Fury asked raising his eyebrows at the teen on the queen sized mattress. Peter sighed nodding as he the image of a man dressed in crimson that broke something he called the fourth wall popped into his head. Yeah he was familiar with the vulgar, lewd and downright annoying thirty year old. "Good, we wish for you to locate him, subdue him and bring him in for questioning regarding the death of a s.h.i.e.l.d. agent."
"Wait, Wade killed a member of s.h.i.e.l.d. but that doesn't sound like him? I mean yeah he's rude, brash, annoying, sexy and ludicrous but he'd never cross you. He's terrified of you sir. He's told me on multiple occasions that we were forced to team up," Peter said standing up as he slightly blushed at Fury's questioning the teen's outburst.
"Yes Peter I know all of this however the evidence points to him so will you help us or not? Keep in mind that if I find him and he resists I will take that to mean he is guilty however I have a feeling you can convince him to come in. So what's it going to be Parker," Fury's gaze leveled to Peter's horrified eyes seeking an answer.
"Alright, I'll bring him in just please listen to his side of the story," Peter begged Fury who in turn nodded agreeing to Peter's plea. "Good I may have an idea where he is." Peter grabbed his spare suit stuffing it in a duffle bag and adding extra clothes. He apologized to his aunt, kissed her cheek and bolted out the door heading to Louisiana. h a convincing lie to tell Aunt May.