Hi everyone, so this story was originally suppose to be a one shot but then I thought I should add more to it, I apologize if Deadpool was a little to serious in the first chapter, he'll start acting 'normal' again in this one.


Peter's P.O.V.

It's been weeks since the Incident, and I can almost get this cast off my ankle. After it happened Dad had it X-Rayed only to find it was in it's exact place it was supposed to be, the only thing they did was cover it with a new cast, as for my right leg he told me that the blood had been cut off for a long time and if I were stuck under there any longer, my body would have given up on my leg completely and It would've become paralyzed. After the X-Ray he asked me how my bone was placed back. I told him I didn't know and that I passed out under the debris after a while because the pain got so severe. It was a lie of course but I only lied to him because I didn't want to tell him that it was Deadpool that got my leg out, fixed my ankle and brought me back home.

At the time it happened I didn't have a clue in the world who Deadpool was until days after I finally brought it up to my Uncle Clint, only the second I asked him he immediately went into overprotective Uncle mode and asked me where I heard that name and why I was suddenly asking about him. I shrugged off his sudden panicked demeanor and told him that I just heard some of the shield agents say it, which also wasn't true but if the sound of his name made my Uncle so on edge, I wasn't about to tell him about how he was the one that saved me and brought me back.

My Uncle sighed and anxiously scratched the back of his neck leaning forward towards me and lowered his voice to a serious tone. "Deadpool, is a Mercenary, who would kill anyone, and anything if it means he'll get something out of it." The way my Uncle was explaining it, I began to think he had some sort of a history with this guy. "You know that from experience?" He stayed completely motionless for a while before letting out a light chuckle and giving a slight nod. "You can say that."

"Who did he kill?" My curiosity got the better of me and the question slipped out before I could think twice about it. He seemed to debate for a while on whether he should tell me or not before finally deciding he didn't want to. "All you need to know, Is that he's a deranged, psychopathic, soulless bastard, and doesn't care about anybody but himself." I nodded my head in acknowledgement. Or in other words, 'All I need to know, Is how to mind my own business.'

"Earth to Peter!" My Dad called waving a hand in front of my face tearing me from my thoughts. "Yeah Dad?" I questioned as I yanked out my ear phones. "Ready to take your cast off?" I nod my head anxiously and proceed to lie back on the lab table I was previously sitting on waiting for my Dad and Uncle Bruce to look for the tool they need to take my cast off. I guess it's true what they say about geniuses, they aren't very tidy.

They both immediately got to work on my cast, or really my Uncle Bruce did. My Dad doesn't major in the medical field so he's really just supervising. My eyes started to drift closed as I seemed to find the sound of the saw relaxing. "Happy to finally get your cast off Pete?" My Dad asked. "Well yeah." My eyes flew back open in search of my Dad. "I mean I think it's been healed for a while now, but you insisted we keep it on." He shook his head. *It wasn't me that said to keep it on, I knew it was already healed, you heal really quickly, Steve is the one that said you should keep it on a little while longer just in case."

"A little while longer?! Try several weeks longer!" I argued, my father chuckling at my angered outburst. "He just didn't want you to injure it more and make it worse." He defended. "Injure it more doing what?! Even now, he said if we take it off today I can't go out as Spiderman for at least ANOTHER week!" My father shook his head once again. "Peter, you know he only wants to keep you safe... Which is the main reason he didn't want you in the Avengers, he has a hard enough time excepting you're Spiderman and fighting crime... He loves you Peter, and only wants to protect you."

"But he doesn't have to protect me! I can pro-" I began to protest but was cut short by my Dad. "I know that Pete but-" Who was cut off by my Uncle Bruce. "Alright Peter, you're done." I immediately returned to a sitting position and looked at my foot that previously held the cast. "Oh... So that's what my foot looks like." I joked wiggling my toes, both men laughing at my sarcasm.

"You wanna try standing?" My Uncle Bruce suggested. I thought over it for a while, feeling somewhat nervous to stand, because I haven't used the muscles in my left leg for so long. But also anxious too because I could finally walk without the crutches. I eventually nodded my head and proceeded to get off the lab table.

The moment my feet hit the ground, the feeling of standing using my left leg felt so weird... Almost like when you stand when one of your legs is asleep. My balance was thrown off by the unfamiliar feeling, and my left leg giving out on me. "Whoa Pete!" My Dad shouted reaching to grab onto me along with my Uncle Bruce. "You okay?" He questioned with a worried look on his face. "Yeah," I nodded. "Just need to get used to using my leg again."

"I'm just gonna go to bed okay?" I told him slowly removing both of their hands so I could stand on my own. By the time I made it out of the lab I was once again used to walking on both legs again, which was good because even though my pops said not to, I'm gonna go patrol. I hate disobeying my father's orders but I've missed being Spiderman so much the past few weeks there is no way I could wait another.

The moment I stepped foot into my room I rushed to my closet throwing on the desired uniform along with it's mask. I went back into my room to get my web shooters from the nightstand of which I had been previously upgrading. "If my Father's ask for me Jarvis, tell them I'm asleep." I muttered strapping my web shooters onto my wrists, heading towards my window unlatching it. "Yes sir." I faintly heard an answer, past the cold New York wind coming through.

Slowly climbing out of my window I shot a web at the building across hopping off the rest of the way letting myself swing from the web. After a while of swinging my attention was brought to something in the distance... Smoke. There was a fire and from what I could see no fire trucks had showed up yet which means their could still be people in the building.

The thought of people possibly getting burned alive made me go faster, a couple more webs later and I was right in front of the place. Jumping in through one of the windows I frantically searched around for a sign of life and listened out for someone that could be calling out for help... Nothing.

"HELLO!?" I called out hoping if someone were in the building they'd answer. "IS ANYONE IN HERE?" I asked dodging flames still in search for a sign of life. At this point anyone else would have given up assuming no one was in the building. It was a pretty small building too so if they were in some other room they could have heard me calling out to them and said something, but it remained quiet.

"HELLO!?" I tried again, this time hearing a noise like someone was moving around, but the noise was so small and faint that I couldn't tell where it came from. "IT'S OKAY! I CAN HELP YOU..." I was quick to assure thinking they were probably scared of me. "JUST LET ME KNOW WHERE YOU ARE!" I continued searching throughout the building trying my best to work around the flames so I don't end up burnt myself in search for the other person... If I did I'm not so sure how I could explain that to pops.

"H-Hello?" My chest raddled with a violent cough as the smoke started irritating my lungs and their wasn't much oxygen left to breathe. I began doubting the noise I heard until it came again, this time it was far clearer and I could make it out as footsteps running across the floor. Also being able to tell where it came from I immediately dashed across the room, knowing I had to get us out quickly because the building wasn't going to stand much longer.

The moment I entered the room I was overwhelmed with the aroma of burning flesh, my eyes landed on a figure in the corner of the room in a pool of blood. Rushing over to the body then realized it was too late as most of the body had been burnt beyond recognition. Upon further curious investigation it didn't look like this person died because of the fire, as there was a long gash along the torso and it's head severed from it's body.

The exact moment I realized this person had been murdered my Spidey sense went crazy warning me the murderer was still in the room. Spinning around I quickly shot a web into the killers face blinding them. "Ugh!... Well that wasn't very nice!" He grumbled attempting to get the webbing from his face. While he was busy I was taking into memory, his appearance it was a little torn and bloody, but I could see the costume was red and black and he carried behind him two large s- "D-Deadpool?" I gasped, which was a bad idea considering all the air in their was smoke and only made me cough once again.

"Aww! He remembers us!" He screeched in excitement reaching out to touch my face. Us? I thought to myself smacking his hand away from me. "Oww!" He quickly retreated his hand. "That hurt Spidey!"

"You killed him?!" I demanded gesturing to the body behind me ignoring his comments. "Yeah!" He smiled, I could tell he was smiling by the way the mask rose around his cheeks. "The fire was Yellow's idea." Yellow? Does he have accomplices? Where are they? Before I could question him about this 'Yellow' person, my chest erupted with violent coughs as the smoke became too much for my lungs.

I noticed him take a few steps towards me, I put my hands up in warning and tried to tell him to stay away but my coughs were to much and I couldn't. The coughing didn't seem to stop and I soon fell to my hands and knees no longer able to stand from the violent coughs. "Spidey?" He asked in a voice that sounded somewhat... concerned? Even though the air was only filled with smoke, I couldn't stop my lungs making me gasp for oxygen. The gasps only made sudden rushes of pure smoke into my lungs which in turn made my cough to get the ashes out. The gasps and coughs were a vicious never ending cycle I began to think I was going to die right then and there.

I turned to lay on my back no longer having the energy to hold myself up. I noticed my vision starting to give out on me as my surroundings looked super blurry, especially the figure bending down to my side. My mind began wondering why he wasn't reacting to the smoke like I was when he was in it longer than I was, and also as to why he hasn't killed me yet while I'm super vulnerable.

After the blurriness my vision started blacking out completely. "Don't worry Spidey, I'll get you out of here." I heard a whisper as I felt I was being lifted in the air.


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