So, I'm finally doing a story on my OTP, Spideypool- with mentions of Stony (might go into a couple chapters more detailed, depends on feedback for that. Let me know if you want it!)- (don't like? DON'T READ!)! I wasn't sure I was going to do it because it would be complex but I finally got to a point where my mind burst and just said, "No! Spideypool! NOW!" This is my first Spideypool fanfic and I have no idea where it's going, so please be gentle…There is definitely going to OOC, (I made DP more serious, I know, don't hate me) but yeah… Ah! Yes, this is also kinda AU. We're pretty much making Petey realizing his sexual orientation from the start and MJ's just his best friend. Thanks for clicking on this and I hope you enjoy!
Swinging through the city at sunset, that sounds so romantic, but it's therapy. Away from all human contact, but still hearing the sounds of traffic and people talking on their phones, walking with friends and talking in groups, each one shouting over another, fighting for their voice to have dominance. The unending buzz of life at all times of the day, available only in cities such as New York, soothe me, calmed me after a day of muggings and bank robberies. This would be a perfect end to any day if my Spider-sense didn't go off just then, alerting me to some sort of trouble only a couple blocks away from where I am currently perched on a rooftop, looking down at the busy streets. Sighing, I begin slinging webs again, this time a destination in mind.
Reaching the alley the distress signal was coming from, I stick myself, hidden, onto a building to check out what was happening. Just another mugging in the process of becoming rape. I observe for a bit, checking to see if the black haired man was armed or even anyone who seemed dangerous other than his obvious drunken libido taking control of him.
"Hey! The nice lady doesn't look like she's all that into you buddy!" The man, tall and scraggly looking, smelling of alcohol, turned toward me right as I swung in and my foot made contact with his face, it seemed that's all it took to knock him out as his grip on the girl loosened and he dropped to the ground. She was on her way to collapsing on top of him, but I steady her before she sways to the point of tipping. Wrapping him in webbing, I take the woman around her waist and lift them both, attaching the man to the front of the building, before spotting and flagging down a pair of cops before swinging off.
"So Ma'am, where do you need to be?" She hadn't spoken yet, most likely shock, the silent one's were the ones you had to be wary of too, but she manages to give me an answer, so I don't worry so much, and I eventually get there and set her down in front of the building, waiting to make sure she got in okay before I shoot web onto the next building, ready to continue my patrol, when I hear a heavy thump, like a large person sticking a landing from a fairly high place, and a loud snapping crack sounding almost in synchronization with the whack of heavy boots against concrete and my nerves go jumpy again.
"So baby boy, you play the damsel in distress game?" I groan internally, and he aloud, pained, the last person I ever wanted to see, Deadpool. I turn to look at the mercenary who appears to have just broken his leg from jumping from the roof of a building behind me.
"And what brings you here Deadpool?"
He thumps a hand over his heart and staggers backward, clutching his chest. "Can't I just want to see my Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, maybe get an autograph? Or picture?" He gasps then straightens up, rummaging around in his pocket before pulling out a cell phone with a chibi Deadpool case with the arms and legs hanging off the side, making the case an awkward shape but perfectly adorable, I really don't get his obsession with his own merch, and walks toward me, "Can we? Can we please?" I sigh quietly and close the distance between us, putting one arm around his waist and leaning into the camera's view and doing a peace sign with my left hand near my face. His right arm goes over my shoulders and he yanks up half his mask to show off a truly brilliant smile, "Hey Spidey..?" The tone of his voice made me drop my peace hand to my side again, glancing over at him. He had somehow maneuvered facing me and his mouth connected to mine through my mask. My eyes go wide beneath the fabric, my cheeks suddenly flushing, definitely grateful for the whole secret identity thing requiring a mask to work out, as both hands go to his chest to push him off, but before I can shove the schizophrenic, cancer-ridden man off me, he snaps the picture then dances backward, making the force I was exerting pointless and even making me stagger back a few steps to regain my balance.
"Deadpool! You-" I really want to yell at him, to sling profanities and terribly untrue words about how much I hate him, but I know I can't do that. He already hated himself enough without me adding fuel to the fire.
"If I had asked for a kiss, would you have said yes?" The man cuts me off, not allowing me to finish.
"No, but-"
"Exactly. I might look tough and act like I don't really care, but everyone needs affection. Even a monster like me. Right?" I had known he hated himself, but did he really think he was a monster? This serious, more insightful comment from him made me pause, thinking that maybe in the time I hadn't seen him, he had matured. "Just kiddin'! I just wanted to see if I could coerce you out of your Spidey pants with a kiss." Nope. That was the same Deadpool. "Come on, let's go get chimichangas! Celebrate your victory! You can even think of it as a first date if you want." He grabs my hand and drags me along with him, not caring for my answer, especially not if I were to say no.
Deciding to humor him, I go along willingly, mostly so my shoulder isn't popped out of place. "Yes sir." I give a salute and continue on with him until we reach a small hidden taco truck. There's a park bench nearby and he directs me to it, pushing on my shoulders to sit me down.
"Now, be a good Spidey and stay or I might have to lock you in place next time." He points a finger at me, like a scolding mother warning her child. I nod and he turns, practically skipping over to the truck to order. I roll my eyes as he comes back holding two very large, tinfoil wrapped cylinders. As he got closer I can smell the aroma of the burritos and it made my mouth water and stomach grumble in anticipation. He sits opposite me and places one of the delicious smelling packages in front of me.
"Eat up baby boy." He rolls his mask up again and unwraps part of the burrito and takes a huge bite. I tug my own mask up to rest slightly higher than usual in company, on the bridge of my nose, before digging in myself. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until I got the beautiful morsel in my mouth, I had to hold back a moan of 'OhgodthisisthemostdeliciousfoodI'veevereaten' as I chew slowly, savoring the wow factor it has. After a few bites, I pause.
"Thanks Deadpool…" When he doesn't respond, I glance up, finding him staring at me. "Wh-what?" I feel suddenly nervous, so I shove the burrito into my mouth.
"I've never seen your nose before Spidey! It's so cute!~" He reaches forward and taps my nose with the tip of his gloved index finger, I jump slightly, not expecting his touch.
"Umm…" I try to speak around the cylindric deliciousness that's still lodged in my mouth.
"I bet you have nice eyes too. You have a really nice face. What color are your eyes?"
"Brown." I don't know what to do but answer him. The man nods silently, almost contemplatively, as he carries on eating. I finish as quickly as I can then hang out a few more minutes, not wanting him to feel like I was abandoning him. "Thanks again, but I really gotta go. See ya later DP!" He waves, slightly despondently, and I swing off to my apartment. Changing into my pajamas that most definitely are NOT a Deadpool shirt and a pair of boxers, I lay down in bed, wondering what tomorrow would bring as I drifted off to sleep.
My phone starts ringing, waking me up at an ungodly hour, but I have to answer because it's the phone I use as Spider-Man. My voice is rough with sleep as I answer the call from, thank caller ID, Tony.
"Yeah? What's happening at four in the morning that can't wait?"
"I thought you'd like to know that your friend is here." He stresses 'friend' to a degree I know exactly who it is.
"I'll be there in a minute." I sigh, pulling on my Spidey suit while still talking and mourning the loss of my best friend, sleep.
"Hurry up, I'm not sure how much of him I can handle."
"Be there in a minute." I repeat then hang up, pull on my mask and Spidey my way to Stark Tower. I swing through an open window and call out to my kind-of father, Tony. He bursts into the room looking a comical mix of distraught and relieved. He practically tackles me into a hug, as though I hadn't seen him in years when in truth we just saw each other earlier that day.
"Peter! I'm so glad you're here! I love the kid, I do, but he's definitely more manageable with you here." He speaks quietly at first so even I can barely hear my name, then it rises to a low whisper. "He's in the living room."
"Yeah, I'll take care of it. Go back to bed. I'm sure Steve misses you already." I walk out before he can say anything, though I do catch sight of a slight blush across his cheeks, and go to the aforementioned room. "Deadpool? Why are you here so early? Scratch that. Why are you here at all?" He looks up frm the T.V. that was turned on to a low volume setting, tuned in to some show I didn't recognize.
"I like bothering your dads!" He says as though it's the simplest thing in the world.
"At four in the morning? Is that necessary?" He takes up a stance that is obviously pouty.
"Mrs. and Mr. Stark are great. Even this early they make sure I'm okay, feed me, give me beer, then call you. You three are the only ones who act like you give half a shit." I was slightly worried. It wasn't often Deadpool started talking like this and this was the second time in two days.
"What's wrong?" I move closer, sitting on the floor next to the couch he's lounging on, and place my hand on his bicep, bulging as he flexes, tensing up as my touch drew nearer his arms folded against his chest.
"I had a nightmare Spidey! Can I sleep in your room tonight?" His voice becomes a slightly higher pitch, the falsetto making him sound like a small, scared child. Or maybe the fear was always there and no one can tell because they were so used to thinking of him as strong, resilient, unbreakable. He shifted easily and without missing a beat from serious to the joking again. He never let anyone in, especially, it seemed, me, once he realized he was being even the slightest bit serious, he shut it back down.
"Yah, come on. Dad might be made of metal half the time, but he still needs sleep." I take his hand and tug gently.
"You serious?" He sits up straight, alert.
"Y-yeah..?"
"C'mon Webby, you don't want someone like me crashing your Spidey-cave." He settles back against the sofa, resuming his previous positioning.
"And why not? You're my friend, if you need somewhere to go, I'm here to help you." I place my hands on my hips, staring at him pointedly. He yanks off his mask and looks up at me, his face looked just as 'frightful' as usual, evidently one of his better days, some of the cancer wounds open and weeping, but that was the minority, the rest looked dry, almost healthy.
"Could I really be your friend? Can you really say I'm your friend when I look like this?" This was a rare moment when I truly wanted to slap him. Was he seriously accusing me of being that shallow? Did he really think I cared what he looked like?
"Seriously?! Do you think I'm such a douche that I would hate you for something you have no control over?!" He turns to look away from me as he returns his mask to his face, so I turn my back to him. "Get on." After a moment of hesitation, I have to question. "Didn't you always want to go on a Spidey back ride?" He wastes next to no time jumping onto my back, his legs wrapping around my waist and his arms around my neck and shoulders.
I swing from Stark Tower back to my apartment where I had left the window unlocked so I slide it open and crawl in, making sure I don't whack Deadpool's head. Once we were in, I straighten up to allow Deadpool to shimmy down and off of me as I turn and shut the window, not bothering to lock it, there were two super-powered men to hold their own in the apartment. What was the point really? I flop down onto my bed to sleep some more, just another hour or two, after telling the man he can sleep wherever he wanted. I feel the bed dip under his weight and his finger jabbing lightly into my arm.
"Yah?" I roll over to look at him and see that he's holding up the shirt I had shucked off earlier, my Deadpool pajama shirt. I never wanted him to know I had that, but I didn't think he'd be crashing my place otherwise I would have hidden it.
"You have my merch!" He yanks it over my head before I can protest. "It looks good on you! Why don't you wear this every day?" I look up at him, having no words, I figure I'll sleep on it and come up with some good reason I have it in the morning.
"Go to sleep." With that, I turn and curl up, comfortable except the shirt that was only half on. And so, for comfort's sake, I push my arms through their designated holes. Snuggling into bed, I feel the heat of Deadpool laying beside me, I move back a bit, my upper back and shoulder blades touching him lightly. One of his arms goes under my head, like a pillow of rock solid muscle, and the other wraps around my waist gently, as if afraid of rejection. I move, pressing myself more firmly against his chest, my right hand intertwining fingers with his hand resting against my stomach.
I refuse to admit that was the best night of sleep I had in a while, but I woke to a cool bed, empty of any signs Deadpool had been there, and the scent of pancakes in the air. I sit up, slightly confused and covered in sweat, my skintight Spidey suit, a tee shirt, and a blanket apparently was too much heat for my body to handle. I took everything off, save for my mask and boxers, but then threw the Deadpool shirt back on.
Making my way to the kitchen, a hand on the wall to ensure I don't fall. And so I find Deadpool in front of the stove, in a black and red French maid costume, making breakfast. This was the most bizarre morning of my life, almost.
"Spidey! You want some of Deadpool's world famous pancakes?" He holds out a plate stacked high with what looked like chocolate chip pancakes, I raise an eyebrow at him, defying every unspoken rule between us, I question him.
"World famous? Then why haven't I heard of them until now?" Despite my words of inquiry and doubt, I snatch one quickly from the plate before he has a chance to pull the plate back in indignation or perceived blasphemy on my part. He looks to me and suddenly ceases all movement, setting down his platter of circular, cooked, delectableness and turning the knob on the stove to turn off the white to blue to orange flame, he takes a few steps toward me right as I stuff the whole pancake in my mouth, luckily it was on the smaller side. It was sweet, but not overbearingly so, and fluffy, it was small in size but thick. All together, pretty much perfect.
He reaches a hand out, stroking my cheek, my jaw, a second hand is added somewhere along the other side of my neck, moving down my throat, then sliding back up. Before I realize it, his thumbs are underneath the not quite spandex material of my mask and pulling it up, uncovering my face inch by inch. I know how much stronger he is than me, how easily he can pin me then continue by force, so I don't bother fighting. I might even slightly encourage becoming unmasked, lifting my chin, looking him in the eye as the fabric is moved higher and higher. But it never quite reaches my eyes. He pulls his hands back and tugs his own mask up to the same level as mine, revealing most of his face, cutting off at his temples and covering his eyes and the bridge of his nose, so it looked like a bunched up raccoon mask, showing the cancer wounds on his cheeks, chin and even his nose. Then his slightly chapped, dry but warm lips met mine.
So yes, this is all for now. Honestly, this is the most editing I've done for any of my stories, so I really hope you all like it! *Claps hands together before bowing, Japanese style.* Dōmo arigatōgozaimasu (Thank you so much) for sticking through the whole chapter!