Chapter 2 - The Plan
Again I was standing in some empty dark alley. Well empty beside the shit-head that had again managed to trick me into coming for his rescue. It was about a week since he'd been in Peter Parker's room, and I had pretended I knew nothing about it.
«Again Spidey?» He said mockingly and placed his hands onto his hips triumphantly. All I could do was cover my face with my hand a little, a bit ashamed and very frustrated. It wasn't that I was doing anything wrong in coming to his rescue though. All I knew was that someone was in trouble and that they needed help. It wasn't wrong of me.
«Enough,» I said and climbed down from the roof top, down to his level.
He looked down on me as soon as I was standing in the front of him. I actually liked it better when he looked up to me.
«I need you to stop this,» I said and stepped up to him, puffing myself up a little. He was much broader than me, well most guys were broader, which was why I was picked on in school.
«Whatcha gonna do Spidey-poo?» he said, handling the words like a nursery rhyme, I only rolled my eyes.
«I'll have to kick your ass I'm afraid,» I said, it was a threat, but not that he didn't expect it.
«Come on then,» he said and shifted his stance. Was it a fight he wanted? Well then he would get it.
I didn't wait until he'd unsheated his swords before I planted my knee into under his jaw, kicking him and he stumbled backwards hitting the wall with a thud.
«Damn,» He said with a muffled voice as he rubbed his jaw. «That will hurt in the morning,» he said in the same humored tone that he used to.
«There will be more where that came from,» I said mockingly back at him.
He didn't reach for any of his weapons as he stumbled forwards towards me, he didn't act threatening, but I knew he was very unpredictable. I couldn't let myself let my guard down just yet.
«I think I broke a tooth,» he mumbled as he seemed to explore the tooth with his tongue, making his words even more muffled under his mask.
«I'm not even sorry,» I said and crossed my arms, getting a little comfortable. I soon let my arms fall to my sides, I needed to be alert.
«Great now I need to see a dentist, I hate dentists,» He said sounding a little depressed, but it was just his weird ways. I didn't think much about it. «You'll have to hold my hand through it,» he said and pointed at me as if he was utterly and completely betrayed.
«I think you'll manage,» I said and as soon as I did he placed his hand onto his heart as if he was hurt by my words.
«Y-you break my heart Spidey,» he said sounding sad. «I thought we had something special?» he said and sniffled.
«As special as two rocks on either side of the planet,» I said rather coldly. «Are you done now? Can I leave?» I soon said, I really had to get going after all. What happened then was rather fuzzy, I don't think my Spider-sense went off, why hadn't it gone off? Deadpool had moved in on me and pressed me against the brick wall, I was in fact in shock that my Spider-sense hadn't gone off and wondered what Deadpool wanted now, was he going to attack me? It didn't seem like it but he was looking down at me while pinning me to the wall so it was either that or molesting me.
I struggled to get out of his grip but he had a very good grip onto me and even though I seemed to be physically stronger than him, he wasn't weak and managed to hold me in position.
«Let go of me,» I huffed angrily as I struggled but he locked my wrists against the brick wall with his hands before he leaned down. What the hell was he going to do? This was seriously not funny! It suddenly felt a lot like the time in my room when he'd whispered into Peter Parker's ear, but this time I was Spider-man, I was strong and would easily fight Deadpool hand-to-hand.
Before I knew it was all over, he'd pressed his and my mask together kissing me before he let go of me and stepped away.
«Just a good night kiss Spidey-babe,» he said happily as he walked off. I didn't move or make a sound until he was out of the alley. Then I groaned loudly, what the hell was wrong with that man. I considered running after him, bashing his head in with my fist, but at the same time I just wanted to finish my patrol and go home.
I did the latter one and was soon at home lying in my bed feeling both frustrated and angry. I regretted that I hadn't punched him. My fist felt like a magnet being pulled to his face, but as any other magnet being out of reach of their other part was very un-effective.
I was about to drift into sleep when someone knocked onto the window behind the curtains, and I could only imagine who it was. I rolled my eyes and looked around the room to see if anything was being exposed before I went to the window, pulling the curtains seeing the stupid man on the other side sitting there like a cat being expected to be let in. I opened the window carefully and stuck my head out.
«What do you want now?» I asked, the annoyance in my tone wasn't avoidable, not only had he kept me from falling asleep but the happening earlier as well. Deadpool only tilted his head a little before I noticed that his mask shifted, he was grinning underneath the clothing.
«Did I wake you?» he asked, trying to make his voice sound cute.
«Yes,» I said, I was not letting him in, he could talk from the window.
«Oh, sorry then,» he said and awkwardly scratched his head while shrugging.
«What do you want?» I asked, looking at him pressing my lips together in anger as I looked at him. I wanted to kick him off the roof, but I couldn't really do it. Peter Parker currently hated having a secret identity!
«I just wanted to talk,» he said. I must have been hearing things.
«What?» I said a little baffled.
«I wanted to talk,» he said. Why in the world would this man want to speak to me, well I actually could come up with several reasons. He was suspicious of me being Spider-man, he was suspicious to me knowing who Spider-man was, planning on using me to get to Spider-man or he simply wanted to talk, because he was actually interested in having a conversation with a human being. I was betting on the three first ones.
«About Spider-man?» I asked and raised an eyebrow.
«Yeah, among other things,» He said and his mask shifted as he grinned beneath it. I could only sigh, I didn't even reply, he could speak if he needed to.
«So, I'm trying to find out his identity,» he said, it didn't come as a shock, but it was very threatening hearing him say it out loud.
«Y-yes?» I replied, I suddenly was a bit more interested in what he had to say.
«I'll pay you to help me,» he said, pretty straight forward. I was actually a little startled.
«Why do you need to find out his identity?» I asked, it was something I wondered after all.
«Personal reasons, sweet-pea» he said a little smoothly. Well that could mean anything.
«You're not going to kill the Spider-man?» I asked very carefully, I didn't think he was going to, but I needed to ask him some questions.
«No, I'm not going to kill him,» he said and seemed a little bothered that I'd ask.
«Well.. I don't want to help unless I know what you're going to do to him,» I said, being stubborn. Something I probably shouldn't be.
He looked at me, I felt his eyes pierce into me even if I couldn't see his eyes.
«What I'm going to do to him?» He said and let out a chuckle. «That sounded almost a little dirty,» he said and seemed to be a little amused for a second. «As I said personal reasons,» he soon said and scratched his head again.
«I'm not helping you then,» I said.
He looked at me as if he was surprised I wouldn't bend to his will.
«I'll just have to make you then,» he said and my Spider-sense went off right before he kicked me inside my room, I could have avoided it, but again, I was Peter Parker.
He stepped inside the room and brushed dirt off his suit.
«I wanted to be nice about this, but I guess I'll just have to be a little rough on you,» he said as I stumbled up on my feet.
«My aunt is sleeping, she'll call the police if she wakes up,» I said angrily.
«Let's hope she doesn't wake up, for your sake then,» he said as he grabbed my collar and shoved me up against the wall.
I had to pretend struggle, and pretending to be unsuccessful. What I didn't do for my own secret identity. I huffed and puffed in anger. Oh I wanted to punch him so very much.
He rolled his head on his neck, making it crack.
«Here I just wanted to know a little more about my Spidey-babe,» he said, his voice sounding scarily playful, I couldn't let him kill or hurt me badly and would most likely have to give up and resist him if this went bad. My heart was beating faster and faster in my chest, there was something about the tone in his voice, it was the same playful Deadpool, but with the intention of hurting someone, possibly murder.
«To sell him out?» I huffed, it was a question, but he really didn't seem like he would be answering questions right now.
«Sell him out?» He said he sounded very questioning. «Why would I sell that cute-butt out?» he asked as he picked up one of his guns as he held me by the collar with the other hand. He pressed the gun agains my temple and things suddenly got very urgent. I squeezed my eyes shut, I had to say something I had to give up, or else he would shoot me.
«I'll help!» I squeaked and again he had changed in seconds, the gun was removed from my temple and he was grinning beneath his mask, he let go of me and backed off before seating down on my bed.
«Great that's what I would like to hear,»
I breathed out and leaned against the wall, I would really need some therapy if this continued.
«So what's your plan?» I asked, it was obviously not my call after all. He laid down on my bed and put his arms behind his head as if he was thinking about it.
«You have weird skills of tracking him, don't you?» he asked all of a sudden. «Your images are always the best, as if you've been tracking him properly and always are at the right place at the right time,» He said. «I've been trying to track him, but I always miss him and then he's gone for the night, he's like Cinderella, and I'm just trying to give back the shoe he lost,» he said, his voice changing, he sounded like he was dreaming of that actually happening.
«I'd rather say it's luck,» I said and let out a slight laugh. «I advice you to go around fitting shoes,» I joked. He turned his head and sat up, looking straight at me.
«Would you try it on?»