A/N: Hey everyone! I am so sorry this chapter took so long to upload. There is a long and complicated story behind that but I won't bore you with it. This is actually the third time I wrote this chapter. My laptop broke the day the second write of this was finished so I typed this for you guys on my phone which was surprisingly hard XD Also, I apologise in advance for any spelling mistakes as my betas email is playing up so this is unbetad.

Anyway, big thanks and internet hugs to everyone who commented. I'd like to dedicate this chapter too Joschy-no-Eien because without their reviews I wouldn't have continued this story.

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Peter wasn't sure what to expect when he opened the door. It admittedly hadn't been that deadpool wouldn't remove his mask.

"How old are you? Like 17? What were you 12 when you started being Spider-man?" Wade stated, mouth agape under his mask.

"I'm 21, not that that matters since you shouldn't be wearing this you-" Peter's insult died on his tung as he pulled off Wade's mask. Wade blinked in shock, as he and Peter stared at each other. Peter had heard that there were scars covering most the mercenaries body, he himself had a significant amount, but the other was something else entirely.

{He has been staring at us for three minutes now. Maybe he thinks were to ugly to be real.}

[Or maybe he thinks were cute. He could like guys with scars]

Wade had meant to question why his boxes cared what the younger hero thought of him but what came out instead was "Spidey how could you take my mask! Not cool! I call foul play! I never take your mask, I mean I considered it a few times but I never actually took it! You have just damaged my fragile mental state by your actions and you don't even care. That's mean. Your a cruel person. Everything 'The Bugal' says about you is true. Your buying me dinner to apologize."

"Wow...you talk a lot" Peter replied, the sarcasm in his tone not unmissed by his companion.

"Spidey, you really hurt my feelings. What would I have done if the sight of my face sent you into cardiac arrest?"

"Deadpool, your exaggerating. All heroes have scars."

"No masks, call me Wade. Wade Wilson. And what do I call you?" Wade stated, extending a hand.

"Peter" Spider-man replied, shaking the others hand as though they had just met. Like they hadn't spent the last five years fighting both villains and each other.

"Peter?..."

"I'm not telling you my last name so you can internet stalk me."

"I bet my limited edition hit monkey action figure I could internet stalk you without your last name."

"Where did you get a hit monkey action figure?"

"The internet. Everything exists on the internet. Everything. The people at home reading this should be very ashamed."

"What? Who are you talking to?"

"Just some nice non gender specific people on a fanfiction website." Wade said casually. "Now can I have my mask back Petey?"

"So you can put it on again? No. Not falling for that twice." Peter replied, slipping Wade's mask into his pocket with his own. "And its not 'Petey' its Peter."

"Sure thing Petey. Now are we going to go look around or what?" Wade asked, apparently not actually listening to what the other was saying as he headed for the door. Peter resisted the earg to roll his eyes instead muttering about the ways he was going to kill Fury for sending him on this mission.

The younger heroes muttering was cut off by a quick laugh from the mercenary that was half way to the door. "Aww the little Spider-man is making death threats. That's cute Pete, it really is, but we both know you wouldn't kill anyone."

Spider-man was going to tell the other he was wrong but realistically he wasn't. Peter had realised a while ago that if he became a killer...well he may as well take the stripes off his costume. It was the main thing that separated him and the man before him. "Well I could still web him to a chair and insult him" Peter replied offhandedly.

"What kind of insults?" The Merc asked back, seeming to have an actual interest in what the other had to say.

"I don't know. 'Did you decide to become the director if S.H.I.E.L.D because the name Cyclops was already taken'" Peter said off the top of his head.

"You can probably be shot for comments like that." Wade said with a laugh "Now are we going to explore this town or what?"

Peter headed for the door, stopping just before he reached it. "Do we have a key to this place? I mean we don't know the crime rate around here."

Wade thought for a moment before stepping forward "The key is under the door mat."

"Wilson, there is no way it would be-" Peter stopped when the mercenary moved the mat and there was in fact a key. "How did you know that?"

"I read ahead two panels."

"You know what? I think the next six weeks will be better for both of us if I just stop questioning what you say."

"That's probably for the best, if you want to stay sane." Wade replied waiting for Peter to shut the door.

"Anyway, there's a path over there we should see were it takes us." Peter stated, heading to a path near the trees and waiting there for Wade to pull up his jacket hood to hide his face and follow.

"So what do you know about were we are?" Wade asked, walking over to the younger.

"I don't know. There were lots off trees."

"You mean...like a forest?" Wade replied with an over exaggerated ammount of sarcasm.

Peter shook his head, trying not to smile as he replied "At least I can offer some information, unlike some who slept the whole way here."

"I wasn't sleeping I was dead. There's a difference."

"When it comes to you, not much difference."

"You say that like living is my choice." Wade replied, half looking away from the younger hero. The path they no longer seemed to be paying attention to narrowed as the ammount of trees began to thin out.

"It is your choice. Other people can say when you die but we are the ones who can say when we get to live. I can explain to you how life is like a donut if you like?"

"Maybe some other time." Wade said, remaining silent for about four and a half seconds before continuing "Plus, you know about my healing factor. It's not like I can die when I want to."

"Have you ever though you should try to stop finding ways to die and start finding ways to live."

"Why do you think I'm trying to be a hero?"

"Your trying to be a hero so people will like you. If you want to live why not stop killing and settle down and start a family?"

"...Petey, I was joking earlier when I suggested you were gay, and though I'm flattered as you are quite an attractive young man-"

"Wilson, I didn't mean me. I was making a generalised comment." Peter cutt of the other before the conversation could get more awkward.

"You should probably forget that last comment or we might have to remove 'no homo' from our online relationship tags. Anyway, while we're walking here I may as well ask you something thats been bugging me a while now. I mean I always new you were young but I never guessed how young but that's not important. I was just wondering how you got your powers? Were you born with them or are you a mutant? An alien? A science experiment gone wrong? Teleporter accident? Fell in a vat of toxic waste? I know, your dad got busy with a giant spider right?" Wade rambled on.

By this point in the path their surroundings had changed from a barely existent foot path to a paved walkway that appeared to be leading from the remaining shrubbery towards a river and into a town. Peter started to wonder what country had an environment that seemed dry despite being near water.

"Why would I tell you how I got my powers?" Peter raised an eyebrow and questioned the other.

"How about if I tell you how I got my powers if you tell me how you got yours?"

Peter thought about it for a moment, walking slightly away from the main path so he could lean against the railing of a wooden lookout on the rivers edge.

"I'll tell you on the condition that you go first. We don't need a repeat of the masks."

"Speaking of masks, your still buying me dinner to make up for taking mine."

"Tell you what, if we find a hot dog stand here I'll by you a couple?"

"Who would have thought we could actually agree on something. This is new. It's almost like were friends."

"You don't have many friends, do you?"

"I have lots of friends. Like Weasel and Blind Al. And Bob."

"How many of these friends have you shot?"

Wade decided it would be better to stay silent. That and he couldn't actually give an honest number.

The two stood in silence a moment, Wade leaning with his back against the railing as Peter leaned forward to better take in the surroundings. From what he could see there was a town to his right that had been built up the side of a hill that broke off like a cliff at the top, causing a steep drop down a nearly vertical wall of rock into water full of logs and rocks beneath. The opposite side of the river was an area full of small trees, much like the one they walked through earlier.

"Cancer." Wade randomly blurted, snapping Peter from his observation of the scenery. "The way I got my powers. The governments cure for cancer. The end result off your tax money. The best in Canadian health care."

"Remind me not to go to any hospital out of New York. Or go to any hotel without 'Stark' on it."

"Stark? He's the guy who funds the avengers, right? And didn't he also make the iron man suit?"

"That's him. He fund's the avengers and uh...made the suit. Yeah."

"Why do I get the feeling there is more going on here then I as a member of the general superhero public have been told?"

"Wilson, no one thinks your a hero. And just saying you want to be one doesn't make you one. You want people to consider you a hero then stop killing. If we can solve this, investigate what we need to and help these people without killing anyone then this town may think your the hero you always had the power to be."

"Oh Peter, I never knew you cared what others thought of me." Wade said glancing over to catch the others slight frown.

"I don't care about you personally. It's just part of the hero persona."

"So you save the lives of all people you don't care about personally then brake them out of jail?"

"That was different. Hit monkey killed those people so you had no reason to be locked up."

"Except for all those people I killed in the past. That should have been more then enough reason to leave me in prison. So why didn't you?"

Peter paused for a moment. He had never really reflected much on his team up with Wade...deadpool. "Well you were gonna break out anyway. And I didn't want you destroy my city."

[It looks like he's trying to come up with reasons]

{Why do we care why he let us out anyway? Does the reason really matter?}

[In the long run it does. I mean Spidey could also-]

{Shh- we need to let them work out their emotions}

"What are you two talking about?" Wade questioned the boxes. He perfectly understood his emotions. He just had to think about them for a while to explain them.

Peter half zoned out again, trying to memoriese key landmarks of the town. He noticed the merc talking to himself again. He had never had to deal with the other for more then a few hours at a time and even after the years of knowing each other as both allies and enemies this was the first time either had seen each others face. It was almost funny when you thought about it.

"Radioactive spider." Peter randomly said without thinking. Wade turned to him with an eyebrow raised waiting for the other to continue. "You told me how you got your powers, that's how I got mine. A bite from a radioactive spider."

Wade let out a laugh at that. "Maybe this is why no one gives us the respect we deserve. Our back story's suck. I mean no super soldier serum, no godly ancestry. Just two regular guys who got powers. But seriously how old were you when we first met?"

"I'm pretty sure I was sixteen then."

Wade had a semi pained expression on his face. "I guess I'm sorry about that. I didn't know you were a kid. I mean, I shot you in the arm. I don't shoot kids."

"Don't freak out on me now, Wilson. Why does my age matter anyway?"

"Despite what people say about me, I don't just kill everyone for money. I do have my own list of morals you can call them. One of the main things is not to hurt children and you made me break that."

Peter awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. "I guess I'm sorry for that. Since half my enemies know who I am anyway I never thought my age was a bother. Now this is awkward. Want to head into town now?"

"Sure. Maybe we can find some information about this agency were looking into. I have my guns if we need to interrogate someone." Wade smiled, walking a head of Peter and into town.

"I told you, no killing!"

"Killing and shooting are two different things, Pete. Like if you shoot someones ear off they may be inclined to answer some questions. And if not shoot of the other ear and continue questioning... Umm continue questioning in PowerPoint slides."

Peter sighed, walking a bit faster to catch up to his companion. "So mercenaries have a group of interrogation PowerPoints they email each other?"

"No but they should. I found this tumblr blog with some amazing gifs I could use. It would make interrogations easier as well. We make a good team Petey. If you ever do become a mercenary let me know."

"That will never happen and we both know it."

The two were approaching the middle of town now, they could see a row of shops that they hadn't heard off and on the corner of one street was a small store with large glass windows that displayed flags and some kind of stuffed animals.

"Do you think that's a gift shop, Pete? It looks like one but I never seen any of the things there selling. What country are we even in?"

"I don't know, it can't hurt to look around."

Both headed towards the store, looking in at the window at the merchandise.

"Hey look they have those hats here. The ones like that movie. You know the movie right? 'That's not a knife, this is a knife'? Everyone knows that movie."

"Wilson, I have no idea what your talking about."

"Kids these days, never watching the classics."

Wade walked into the store, Peter entering more cautiously behinde him. The store was over cluttered with plush gray bears and other strange looking animals. There were wooden snakes in one corner and several racks of 'I 3 Australia' shirts and hats. The cashier, who seemed to be the only person that was in the store to work, was having a convocation with one of the customers.

"So did you here that Cindy, yunno she was three grades above us at school, anyway not important. It's been confirmed that she's pregnant." The customer whispered, though both heroes heard him.

The cashier dropped the box he had been tidying at the till, the sound of the boxes contents spilling on the floor echoing through the small store.

"And she's keeping it?" The cashier asked at last.

"Seems like it. Pity, she was nice too." The boy said. The cashier was about to respond when he noticed that he had other guests.

Wade looked away, suddenly fascinated by the large flag on the wall. Peter decided it would be better if he just did the talking here. "Hello, my friend and I are a bit lost right now. Could you tell us were we are?"

The customer turned around, suddenly flashing a to big smile. "G'day mates, you do seem a tad out of place. What can we do ta help?"

"Well were are we to start with. He got us lost. He really can be dumb sometimes. But hey I got to have someone who gets my twisted sense of humor. And he's really cute so he would probably get kidnapped if I left him alone in a foreign country." Wade said, pointing to Peter while he spoke. So much for Peter doing the talking.

"Crikey mate, sounds complicated. Well your in East hill, Western Australia." Said the cashier.

"Our founder had a unique sense of humor." The customer cut in before continuing "Hey are you guys spies or somethin? Cus the only people who come here want info on the warehouse. And they go missing. The last couple disappeared about 2 weeks ago."

"We are clearly not spies. Everyone knows that spies wear all black clothes and big sunglasses and they hide all the time. Also could you tell us the location of this warehouse so we know to avoide it." Wade said as though it was the most logical thing in the world.

The two boys looked at each other, obviously distrusting these strangers. After some quiet whispering the cashier spoke up. "Thistle will show you were it is on the town map across the road. But if you hurt him I'm leaving this shop and throwing you of the top of Death Cliff. Understand?"

"We understand, sir. Thanks for your time." Peter said, grabbing Wade's arm and dragging him out the store before he could say something to annoy the cashier.

"Sir? Blimey how old do ya think I am?" The cashier said, turning to the other local and laughing.

"The name's Samuel, mate. Now it's common courtesy round here to tell us yours."

"Sure, of course. The whole name thing slipped my mind. People don't usually ask were we come from. They usually don't talk to guys as scary looking as me. And my friend here is always working. He knows a lot of complicated things but not many simple ones. That's how we officially first met. He couldn't use a point and click camera because it was to simple. Oh look, here I am rambling. What was I saying? Right! I'm Wade, my friend here is Peter."

"Struth do you ever stop talking?" Said the customer, Thistle.

"Not while I'm awake. Or maybe I talk in my sleep too. I dunno."

{You don't}

[but we do~]

"Wait are you two flirting? Isn't that like boxcest or something?"

"Who is he talking to?" asked Samuel, staring at Wade like he had grown an extra head.

"From what I gather he see's floating boxes that only he knows are there. He talks to them from time to time." Peter explained. "Now, about that warehouse?"

"Oh right, follow me." Thistle muttered heading for the door, deciding that Wade was just to strange to question.

[I honestly think you flirt more]

{And you don't even know you're doing it.}

{Also we should start paying attention. We're leaving the building.}

"Sorry about Sammy, he don't trust strangers but he's nice when you get to know him."

"I can imagine you two know each other really well?" Wade said, with extra emphasis on the really.

"You noticed that? I give you points, mate. So are you and-?" Wade cut the other off before he could continue "Slow down there kid. Me and Petey aren't like that. I have allready specified in other issues* that I do not want to make the special hug with him."

*Amazing Spider-Man 611

"Sure you don't, mate. Sure you don't."

"Do Australians really talk like that? You know saying mate in every sentence?" Peter asked.

"Nah, we just like to troll tourists." Thistle repplied, briefly looking to either side as he crossed the road.

Peter and Wade followed behind, noting the lack of cars on the road.

"So is Thistle your real name? Because if its a nick name you seem more like a daisey, no offence intended to your manliness."

"Thistle is short for my full name. Thistledo. Thistledo Isupoze."

"Wait...this-will-do-I-suppose?" Wade repeated, making sure he heard right.

"Yeah. My father was drunk when he named me." Thistle replied, waiting on the other side of the road for the others to catch up.

"And your mother?" Peter asked with a feeling he wouldn't like the answer.

"She died before I was born. That's why my father was drunk."

Neither hero had a witty response to that. When they reached the other side of the road Thistle continued "The thing is every mother that has given birth in this town in the last twenty years has died before childbirth. And twenty years ago was when the lights in the warehouse turned on for the first time in almost fifty years."

By this point they had arrived at the town map. The map almost seemed to spiral round as it went up hill, with coloured boxes for buildings making it look more like an old abstract painting then anything useful.

"This here is the top of the hill." Thistle explained, placing his finger on the center of the spiral. "See these three buildings? The ones on the left and right have no recorded movement but this green one in the middle is what we call 'The Warehouse'. Just go to the top of the hill and it's the middle building, closest to the cliffs edge."

Peter turned to look at the top of the hill. The buildings seemed to be a black smudge on this otherwise normal town. He suspected that this warehouse probably had something to do with the agency he and Wade...Deadpool... were here to stop. And if not it was to strange an opportunity to miss.

"Also since this seems to be your first time in Australia I'll fill you in on the wildlife. Now avoid kangaroo's, they look cute but have powerful legs and sharp claws so if they kick you they may hit a major artery and kill you. Same with koalas. And birds. Avoid everything with claws. And avoid snakes and spiders. Also some tree's randomly drop branches too so be careful. Also earth worms in Australia can sometimes be like 50cm long but we don't normally get them around here. Look out for dingos, they have been known to eat babies. And whatever you do avoid drop bears. There like one of the most dangerous things in the country, maybe the world. But I'm sure you know about them right? Enjoy your stay in our country!" Thistle informed them then left.

Wade and Peter looked at each other for a second before Peter asked to brake the silence "What's a drop bear?"

Wade just shrugged and asked if Peter was still interested in killing the Director of S.H.E.I.L.D.

-four hours and seven hotdogs later-

"Maybe we should come back in the morning, Spidey? You know when its sunny. And bright. And there are people around to here us scream." Wade complained as he and Peter approached the building. There was a heavy fog up here, already starting to soak their thin costumes.

"What are you so scared of? Were only looking at the perimeter of the building anyway." Peter whispered back "And I think two grown men in red lycra suits would be kind of suspicious during the day."

"Well one grown man and one teenager." Deadpool corrected smirking under his mask.

Peter was about to respond when he noticed something off about the length of fence he and the merc had been following for the past ten minutes.

"What? No witty come back? Your loesing your charm, Spidey. What do you loose your wise cracking humour when its past your bedtime?"

"Will you shut up for five minutes?" Peter stated more then asked. He knelt down to examine the fence. It had seemed from the angle were he was standing before that a section of it was missing but now he thought it was just a trick of light. Unless...

"Can't do that, it's not in my character description. What are you looking at anyway?" Wade would have continued but at that moment Peter's hand went through the fence.

Peter pulled his hand back quickly, jumping to his feet as his Spidey sense suddenly spiked.

"Someones coming" was all Peter needed to say for Wade to draw his guns.

The two instinctively positioned themselves back to back, readying themselves for whatever threat was coming.

"I wouldn't touch that fence if I was you, Spider-Man" said a voice from a nearby tree.

A figure sat in the high branches of the tree silhouetted by the fog. A cape with a large hood made it hard to define any physical features of the figure.

"Who are you? And how do you know me?"

"To answer your second question first, we do have television in Australia, you're quite an influential hero. Now to answers your question as to who I am I am your friend and your friend's friend for as long as he remains your friend." The hooded figure said in a voice that seemed to soft for one with such a menacing aura. He jumped out the tree and landed infront of Peter and Wade with the grace of someone born with wings. "I came to give you this. It's all that remains as evidence that the heroes on this mission before you were ever here." The hooded man explained, handing a package to Peter before turning around and with a swoosh of his cape disappearing into the fog.

"Well that was weird. Maybe thats why no one talks about Australian super heroes." Wade began while Peter opened the package. His Spidey sense would have told him if it was a bomb or something anyway.

"I mean what was that guy implying? That he doesn't think I'll stay your friend?"

Peter stared at the contents of the package in his hand. It surely wasn't what he thought "Deadpool."

"I mean, I know I used to be bad but I'm trying to be better."

"Wade." The other stopped talking at that. It was the first time Peter had called him by name. And it was so quiet and full of pain.

Wade walked over to look over Peter's shoulder. Sitting in the package was a snapped in half arrow.

"Wait is that...?" Wade began when Peter cut him off.

"It's one of Hawkeye's."