I don't really know where I'm going with this. Possible Deadpool/Spiderman.

Some of you may recognize the ending.

The clock ticked tirelessly and slowly by, much to Peter's dismay. There were bags under the teens eyes, from a rather lengthy night in New York city stopping a small robbery from happening in an alleyway. He blinked sleep away and peered out the window and at the crispness of autumn. It all seemed so inviting, the soft breeze swaying the lone oak tree in the school courtyard. Cars new and old alike crawling down the busy streets like ants, a few pedestrians quickly running to and fro in the midst of it.

He opened his book listlessly, a rather used one at that. It was probably older than him. He grimaced as his eyes scanned over the profane graffiti etched in pen on almost every page. It was no secret, he had borrowed the book from the library to keep up with the class. Peter wasn't exactly the richest boy in school, but certainly not the poorest. He did however, believe in saving money wherever you could manage it. Now, to just pretend he was reading and look busy to the teacher. He could finish the book later, but right now the only thing on his mind was a well deserved nap.

"Mr. Parker," The teacher cleared his throat, snapping Peter out of his thoughts and back to reality. A few students sniggered at this, one even mumbling something along the lines of braniac.

Peter felt his face grow hot, but tried his best to remain composure. It was ironic how he was able to fight off countless villains and protect the innocent people of New York as Spiderman at night without a second thought, but his biggest fear was still being called on in class.

The teacher, who was notoriously known for smoking cigarettes in the recreation area outside the school, cleared his throat once more out of necessity rather than to make a point of Peter's lack of participation. "Now we're almost to the second half of our novel, Johnny got his Gun." He licked his finger and turned to the next page, peering at Peter through his reading glasses. "Now I want your perspective on this. A soldier, who should have perished under the horrors of World War One," He looked over the page again. "Stuck in the land of the living against his will, unable to ever walk or even move again, getting by on just memories.." He coughed again. "What I'm trying to say is in the novel Joe begins to become more bitter. He starts questioning why he ever went to war, he felt unappreciated, he felt like liberty and justice were all a sham. He feels abandoned by the very people he sought to protect."

Peter felt like he was being put under a microscope and his mind began wading through his past, to the death of his uncle. His uncle that had cared so much, yet at the time Peter had been to blind to see it. He swallowed hard, trying to fight back against the memories. Focus on something else, he thought.

"This is a rather dark novel for high schoolers," Mr. Hughes laughed awkwardly, then brought his attention back to the question at hand. "Class, it's easy to say there are things worth dying and fighting for. But these are often said by those who are not doing the fighting. As someone who is presumedly not doing any fighting, how do you think Joe might respond to you?"

"He probably wouldn't respond at all," Flash joked. "He's basically blind and deaf right? He probably wouldn't even notice me, much less respond."

The whole class seemed to get a kick out of that one, aside from Peter. The question had really tugged on one of his heart strings. Would he tell him to give up, that humanity wasn't worth saving or fighting for?

The bell interrupted the class, a few students tossing their notebooks and papers in the air. "Fall break!" A girl yelled amongst the busy shuffling of feet.

"Class don't forget to finish the book over your break! There will be a test when you come back!" Mr. Hughes yelled, hoping to catch the ears of the students whom had run into the hallway. They must have heard him, considering the dissatisfied sounds that followed his statement.

Peter was slowly tucking his books away into his backpack, stifling a yawn. He tucked a lock of his chestnut hair behind his ear, suddenly realizing he needed it cut soon. Before he could pass through the door, Mr. Hughes stopped him.

"Peter, I really am worrying about you. You used to participate much more, you would even be interested in the books I assigned." He sighed, scratching the bald spot on his head. "If something is going on at home, or if you need someone to talk to, you can always come by my class. I know it's a drag having a teacher say that," he chuckled and looked up at Peter with kind eyes. "But sometimes it's nice to hear it. Anyway, have a good break Parker." Mr. Hughes clacked a stack of essays together on his desk, treating them delicately as you would a priceless vace. "My door is always open kid, remember that."

"Thanks ," Peter said before quietly slipping into the hallway.

The vacation would more than likely be a quiet, but much needed one. Well, quiet except for at night when he had to suit up. It wouldn't be to bad, finally some time to catch up on school work and most importantly, sleep. He yawned again at the thought of it, tiny tears forming in the corners of his eyes. At this rate, I might not even make it home.

The chestnut haired teen made his way down the steps and into the subway slowly and methodically so as not to miss a step and collide with the floor. Upon entering the subway car, he gripped one of the rails rather than sit down. He would end up passing out if he sat at this point, and then his stuff would more than likely get stolen. He shook his head in annoyance at the thought, remembering a time when his camera had almost been yanked off of his neck by a thug. He had run that time, that was before he had gotten his powers and become-

"Are you Spiderman?"

Parker froze for a moment, his knuckles almost becoming white from gripping the railing on the subway train. The doors had closed and the steady clacking of the tracks could be heard, and they were almost enough to take his mind of the question.

Cautiously and in an almost nonchalant way, he turned his head slightly to get a better view of the stranger who had asked. How could they have known? He thought suddenly, and then his face fell and he gazed upon a rather odd scene.

"Uh, sure. I'm Spiderman." Deadpools' familiar voice oozed through the air. Peter immediately felt annoyed, not only was Deadpool here, but he was going to make him look bad! Peter scowled over at Deadpool, and then clicked his gaze to the asker of the question, a tiny girl with pigtails.

"How come you're riding the subway Spiderman?" The little girl said, peering up at Deadpool underneath her tiny eyelashes.

Wade rubbed the back of his mask, "Well you see my webshooter, um things ran out and I didn't have money for a cab. You know, the subway really is the fastest way to get around town. Definitely not a bus, there's this movie,"

Peter rolled his eyes, the Merc with a mouth was an understatement. This guy really did never know when to just shut up. Peter sighed tiredly and tried to avoid the gaze of the Merc. Why the hell was he in town? And on Peter's only break for the next few months, at that. He rubbed his temples, listening to the hum of the subway train.

Just my luck, he thought bitterly.