What Peter Wants Chapter 2, a Spider-Man + Deadpool Crossover fanfic

I don't own Marvel or any associated with them.

Wade felt his taco slip through his hand and splat against the rooftop making the hero look down at it, confused.

"Uhm...Wade? You doing alright, you kinda...dropped your food. Though, I wouldn't recommend eating it after that, knowing you, you most likely would." Peter looked back up at the other, his lips formed into a pout as he set his own taco onto the napkin spread beside him.

The mercenary shook his head, blinking a few times to try and clear his thoughts, of course it would've been a lot easier without two annoying voices in his head spouting out their opinions.

(( EEEEEK! O.M.G Did we totally just hear web's thoughts?! ))

{{It seems that way yes. Though, WHY seems like a more appropriate question. Seems oddly plot convenient.}}

(( It's a cool idea though! ))

Wade let out a groan, had he really been staring at the other through that whole conversation? He ran a hand down his face, now actually focusing on Peter sitting beside him, seeing that the hero had turned away again and was staring up at the night sky.

Once the boxes voices began to shut up, the merc began hearing a quiet voice echo in his head in their absence, which he now knows is Spiderman's.

'-really messed up this time. I hope he's okay, but he can't die, right? He's not having a stroke, or paralyzed.. So why the hell is he staring at me and not answering?'

"Webs.. " Wade said quietly.

'He seemed so distant, it's unlike him,usually he talks to himself but this was just silence..'

"Spiderman." The merc tried once more, this time a bit louder.

'Should I try and poke him again? It was weird the first time because he didn't react at all! I don't think my adolescent angst-filled brain could take that kind of creep-'

Wade took a deep breath. "SPIDERMAN!" He yelled, giving a relieved sigh when the other jumped and finally turned to look at him.

"You left for a bit there, something on your mind?" The older man tilted his head with a wide smile, already knowing the answer.

Said hero huffed and pointed at Wade. "ME?! What about YOU? I tried getting your attention for like five minutes..you kept staring at me, you weirdo!" Spiderman crossed his arms and turned away with a pout.

Oh my god, Wade could see the blush that had spread across the other's face that the mask couldn't hide, and the way he pouted...just, just his whole stance in general. The mercenary felt his heart squeeze.

((He's so cute! Can we keep him?))

((Ohohoho! But those are always the most fun to corrupt and turn into fresh bad boys~ So adorable and smol..))

(( HELLOOO? Have you SEEN the tags? We're totally gonna get laid! Eventual Spidey-booty!))

"GUYS please." Wade said under his breath making Peter look at him funny.

"There you go talking to yourself again, at least that's something I'm used to from you, the boxes again?" the smaller man had scooted ever so slightly closer to Wade as the night air made him shiver.

Wade nodded, noting the closeness of the other but not mentioning it in fear of him moving. "Yeah, they're being stupid. "

You see THIS was one of the reasons the merc absolutely ADORED Spidey. No one else has put up with him for so long, put up with his dumb bullshit, dicked around with him when he kinda needed a pick me up, and when he mentions the boxes, the hero just takes that shit in stride and acts as if it was totally a normal thing that Deadpool had voices in his head and sometimes talked aloud with them.

Maybe one day...if they grew close enough, he might know who Spiderman really was. To finally be able to see what was surely to be a gorgeous face under that webbed mask. If, the younger man's smile was anything to go off of.

Which it was. His smile made Wade's heart melt and his laughter was like bells.

((Jesus FUCK, who the hell is writing this, a Sonic the hedgehog fan?))

((Have you read some of that shit? Makes me wanna hurl reading about Sonic suddenly falling head over heels for Amy because she gained a rack the size of Lady Tsunade's.))

{{This...didn't answer any of them. If anything, I have more now. }}

Wade mentally slapped himself, now focusing on the laughing hero nearly in his arms and tried controlling the way his heart nearly beat out of his chest.

The younger chuckled beside him, looking off into the city. "Oh yeah? Well, look who's talking.."

Struggling for a moment to remember what the hell they were talking about before, Wade replied. "Hey! That's not nice… that was a pretty good movie, webs. I'd like to see you do better." The merc poked Spidey's shoulder making him turn and look at him.

"A dumb movie about what a baby might be thinking? Yeah, I think I could. Here's an idea.. A mercenary and a superhero are on a rooftop eating enchiladas-"

"Enchiladas? Blasphemy. Why enchiladas?" Wade interrupted.

Spiderman slapped his arm for the interruption. "Copyright. I can't have a movie that's 100% the same as the original, that'd be bad with the legal system, you know?"

"You'd know all about that wouldn't you, baby boy?" He teased watching the spider smirk.

"Nah, I think YOU would mr. merc for hire~" Peter teased right back before clearing his throat. "Anyway. Two friends chilling out on a rooftop eating enchiladas when the hero gets up and says he wants to go home." He got up and stretched before looking down at the merc. "So he went home to his shitty bed. The end."

Wade pouted up at the other. Awe! You're leaving already? But, I still have three tacos left!" Peter promptly pointed to the one splattered on the rooftop and crossed his arms. "Two...Two tacos! Besides! If your bed is super shitty you can always come and share mine~" He waddled his brows at the hero who rolled his eyes and gave Wade a good kick to his thigh.

"GOODNIGHT Wade." Peter said, fighting a grin.

"Wait wait wait! In all seriousness before you leave, you mentioned a chemistry book. PLEASE tell me you're legal and that I don't have the hots for a fifteen year old." Wade pleaded to both the spider and every god he knew of that the answer was yes.

Spiderman tapped his arms on his bicep and rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'm legal, Wade. Not that it'd do you much good."

((MeOWCH.))

Ignoring the comment, Deadpool tilted his head. "How uhm...how old are you?"

'22.'

Peter stared down at the other through his white lenses and sighed. "I'm 25. Happy now? I'm going to go home to my bed now, I hear it calling me." Spidey went to leave before seeming unsure and standing there looking off to the side. "But, uhm. Hey listen, before i go i just wanted to apologize for last night. I didn't mean to make it seem like I was blowing you off or ignoring you. I was just..a little I guess stressed out about a few things and just wanted to go home as quickly as possible. So, I'm sorry if i upset you. Well, uhm..g-good night." With that the hero had jumped off the side of the building and shot a web at another, swinging away gracefully making Wade smile as he watched him go.

"25 my ass. " He said with a laugh.

Peter groaned into his pillow when the sun's light came through his shitty curtains and shone right in his face. He had just went to bed a few hours ago dammit, he wasn't a morning person by any means he didn't think he ever was either. The blaring horns outside in the busy streets of New York didn't help any as well.

"Whyyyyyy…. " He shoved his pillow over his head and sighed.

Not two seconds after he had relaxed back into his bed did an alarm blare on his phone on his dresser.

On the other side of the room.

"Why- WHY IT'S SATURDAY. Did i forget to turn it off?!" the brunette grew frustrated, not having his web shooters on to nab his phone so he decided to just push the pillow further down onto his head to block out the sound of Owl City's Metropolis at nine in the morning.

After about a minute he let out a small shout and threw the pillow at his phone without getting up from his bed.

The phone fell from the dresser with a loud clatter once it hit the ground and Peter's advanced hearing heard the distinct sound of something cracking.

Immediately he shot up, turning to look over at where the phone lay face down with a look of horror. "No… No! Please not again, FUCK!" He got up and padded his way over and lifted up the phone, almost scared to turn it over and see the other side.

'Please Please Please…' The young man thought over and over and prayed that when he turned the phone over it would miraculously be perfectly fine and totally not shattered like he feared it would be.

The brunette cursed once he saw the horribly cracked screen and stomped his foot like a three year old. "Dammit dammit! FUCKKKKK!" A banging in his wall let him know his neighbor heard and was NOT happy.

"Hey, could you maybe SHUT UP?! Some of us are trying to sleep!" The angry muffled voice screamed.

Peter sighed, before angrily going over to his dresser and getting out some clothes. "Thank god, I have some money left from my birthday last month or I'd be fucked on this. It still might not be enough to fix it.." The adult sighed again through his teeth, running a hand through his wild locks.

"God, I hope it's enough. This phone wasn't cheap. It was cheaper than getting fifty new phones every time I got drop-kicked into concrete, or thrown into the Hudson, but damn if it didn't hurt my wallet. Fuck me for being an ass and not putting the case back on last night. "

You might be wondering why all the swear words for such a smol innocent super boy. Well, the answer is simple.

Peter Benjamin Parker is in no way or form innocent. Far from it, actually.

He kept on a positive and optimistic attitude when in the suit for the kiddies that no doubt looked up to him now. He would keep everything he said PG and would never EVER do anything considered sexually risky when in the suit. Spiderman had to be a role model now, after all. But, when out of the suit, well...

Peter's been around the block a few times, he knows there will always be assholes that make him wanna beat the shit outta them. But, the cool thing about being a superhero is this little thing called MISPLACED AGGRESSION. The brunette can take A LOT of shit in his civilian life and take it out on the baddies he'd fight to relieve the stress and frustration of that fucker at the grocery store being racist.

With the freedom of being masked, spiderman can be whatever person he wanted to be and that is a role model for children. Peter Parker, on the other hand was not a superhero, he was a nerd.

...and nerds get picked on. A lot.

So Peter, being the darling little devil he was, usually would respond with a less than kid friendly retort of "FUCK YOU." Normally, he only responds with witt if someone is being an ass to him, he didn't particularly care, him being used to such treatment and all.

But, god forbid if he sees some chuckle fuck doing it to someone else. Peter has been bullied his whole life and like hell was he going to watch it happen to someone else.

So, here he was, in line at some super busy phone store that he clearly did not belong in. The phones were way over his budget and the only reason he could afford the waterproof phone he had was due to extensive saving.

Everyone in the store looked WAY too prissy for Peter's tastes and their attitudes only made it worse.

There was this asshole lady behind him, talking super loud about how the guy beside her was ugly and disgusting.

"Like seriously, I would never go out in public like that. I would be too embarrassed, like oh my god. " She prattled on to her stupid friend who only nodded in agreement and scrunched up her face.

Peter closed his eyes, letting out a sigh through his nose and mouthed. "Like oh my god shut the fuck up." He was not going to be kicked out of another place because of some stupid chick.

He heard the man shuffle a bit closer to him, clearly trying to put some distance between him and the bitchy girls. Peter felt the man's side brush against his hip, making him turn slightly around to glance at the other.

The taller man had a hoodie obscuring his face, and a pair of baggy sweatpants, but the man had his head tilted down, Peter not being able to see it because of it. But, nothing Peter saw on the man could possibly warrant this kind of bitchiness.

The girl's were still behind the taller, now laughing when they saw he moved away. "See?! He's embarrassed too! Ha ha! What on earth.."

Peter watched them, growing more pissed off and annoyed by the second. He began repeating phrases in his head to calm him down, not noticing the other man look up at him then at his lips.

'Don't do it.'

"-Seriously..what a-"

'DON'T SAY ANYTHING.'

"-total.."

'Swear to god, Parker.'

"-piece of .."

'I swear to god if that bitch says what I think she's going to say.'

"-absolute trash!"

Ahhh Nope. That was the end of the fifteen minutes of PG Peter. Time for the Explicit Parker to the rescue, or sorta.

Peter glared over at the girl's, stepping a bit closer and clapping his hands in their faces to get their attention. "Yo, hey, Hi. Name's Parker." He feigned a nervous grin and waved.

The brunette almost felt pride by their disgruntled looks once they saw his nerd appearance.

"Uhm, what do you want, loser?" The main biotch relayed, sticking her nose up slightly to Peter, who only grinned back.

"Yeah. Uh quick question for you then I'll be outta your hair, gotta get a phone fixed and all." He rambled a bit, just to see the annoyed looks on the teenager's faces.

Or they could be adults, but Peter hoped not because then he'd worry for his future again and he did NOT need that kind of pressure right now.

"Ah yeah uhm.. What the fuck is your problem?" He asked them, with a straight face, his faked nervous chatter deluding into his natural sass and irritation.

The girl's looked stupefied for a moment before their faces turned red.

"EXCUSE ME-" The one that had been talking started but Peter held up a hand, effectively silencing her.

"No, excuse ME. What the hell gives you the right to treat someone like they're dirt under your foot?! Because you're rich and can afford to buy this whole store, or maybe it's because of all the makeup you have caked onto your face so anyone who's never heard you talk THINKS you're beautiful?!"

The brunette heard the man now behind him let out a small chuckle, but the younger didn't notice the rest of the store's eyes on him.

The girl was now completely pissed, and embarrassed by all the peering eyes. "You..You have NO right to talk to me this way! I'll have my dadd-"

Peter felt his eyes roll on their own volition. "Oh what, you'll have your sugar daddy sue me? Ain't got a dime to give you, I'm afraid. " These dumbass rich chicks and their stereotypes.

The woman's eyes widened and the hero knew he'd hit that right on the money.

"-So maybe, instead of being an ass, you could go back home and see what your "Daddy" wants you to do. Sound good?" He tilted his head, watching the horror fill her eyes before she stormed out of the store with a flick of her hair, her satellite friend following close behind.

Peter crossed his arms, feeling a smug smirk tug on his lips. "Thanks, have a nice day~" He waved at them.

When he turned he saw the shocked eyes of the people in the store and the disapproving looks the workers at the counter were giving him. But you know what he didn't see, the man he had just stuck his neck out for. Yep, nowhere in the damn store.

Well then, that was certainly a bit disheartening. Everyone that had previously been in front of the line had moved, clearly not wanting to mess with the nerd and Peter as casually as possible, walked up to the counter,ignoring the glares and placed his phone onto the counter.

"Can you please fix, or replace my phone? My insurance on it should cover most of it. " He stated, reaching behind him to pull out his wallet.

The store clerk stopped him with a wave of his hand. "The insurance on our phones does not cover this kind of damage. Only protecting against certain types of malware and battery and camera functions. Sorry sir. I can't fix your phone with the help of your insurance. If you want to though, the repair costs on this specific phone's screen would be little over $400 dollars if you would like to pay that instead. " The man behind the counter smiled, though it was anything but pleasant.

Peter narrowed his eyes at the other. "I spent an hour on the phone before i bought this one with your company's insurance agent. To make SURE it would. Now, you're telling me you don't? Why's that?" He crossed his arms, now glaring at the clerk, who seemed unfazed.

"Sorry, sir. But our policy clearly states-"

"Show it to me." The hero interrupted, not wanting to listen to the worker's crap anymore.

The man seemed a bit taken aback by the request and fidgeted, eyeing the people waiting in line. "Sir, there are many people waiting in line that would like to have their phones fixed to."

Peter laid his arms onto the counter and propped his head on it. "Well, what a coincidence, so do I~ I'll wait on this side of the counter until you're ready to come up with another excuse for me to leave, if you want. "

The worker gave a nervous laugh. "Sir, I'm not.."

"Mmm…..yeah you're. Listen, dude. Don't like to me, just give it to me straight. You want me to leave because of the scene with biotch a few minutes ago, right? I'm I in the ballpark?" He made a shimmie motion before tilting his head at the worker who looked a bit off puted.

"Yes, sir...I would like it very much if you would leave now." He stated, lacking the air of confidence he had moments ago.

Peter threw up his hands, grabbing his busted phone and started backing out of the store. "No worries, man. Was that so hard?" With that the young adult stalked out of the store with an annoyed grunt.

"Great, not only did she make me look like an asshole, she also made me not be able to get my phone fixed." He grumbled, walking down the sidewalk.

"I can fix your phone for you." A deep, gruff voice responded suddenly from behind him.

"JESUS FU- DUDE! " Peter laid a hand on his rapidly beating heart, having turned to the man who was in the store earlier. "Don't scare me like that! Jeez. Anyway, what'd you say? I thought you had skedaddled your way outta here after that whole mess. I know I would have."

At the man's stare, Peter gave a small chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. "Clearly I'm a sensitive guy. But, I can't stand when someone is being treated like that. Hits too close to home, you know?" the hero felt himself rambling, why the hell was he nervous? "Anyway, I'm sorry if I freaked you out or scared you, whatever. I just wanted them to be taught a lesson."

The man continued to stare, making the smaller squirm slightly.

"Thank you." Was what was said after a few seconds of awkward silence, making Peter look up at the other's covered face.

He hummed, rubbing at his arm. "Well, you're welcome. As I said it's no problem."

'Except that my phone can't be fixed but that's not your fault.' the smaller thought to himself.

He didn't see the way th other's eyes went spectacularly large. "What...uhm what did you say? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." The gruff voice said after a moment's pause.

Peter nearly rolled his eyes, and couldn't help but feel like he's been in this situation before.

"I said you're welcome, dude. It's no problem." He shrugged, giving a small smile to the taller, damn he really was a lot taller than him.

The other seemed to hesitate before clearing his throat and sticking out a horribly scarred hand, gauging Peter's reaction to it. "Name's Wade. What's yours?"

Ther hero blinked at the hand, not expecting that before gripping it firmly in his own and shaking. "My name is Peter. Nice to meet you, Wade."

Wade stood, a bit shell-shocked by the other's clear disregard for his scars and felt a smile stretch across his face. "Yeah...nice to meet you too, Pete."

The other scoffed, rolling his eyes. "It's Peter. Not Pete." He playfully smirked at the scarred man.

Wade scrunched up his nose, VERY happy with the turnings of this conversation. "You say something, Petey? I couldn't hear you over the screaming fangirls."

Peter snorted, covering his mouth with his hand. "What even, Wade?" He tried to stop giggling, feeling embarrassed that a complete stranger had gotten him to laugh quicker than most of his friends could.

'Man, this feels so familiar. Doesn't help that his name is Wade too. Heh, weird, I'll have to tell him about it maybe.'

He noticed the other freeze and stare at him once more before Peter quit laughing and lifted a brow. "What is it?" He tilted his head, watching Wade seem to come back from his trip to space.

Wade's mind reeled for a minute before he pointed to the phone in the brunettes pocket. "I uh.. I have a buddy of mine that owes me a favor. He can fix your phone right up, no charge. Consider it a thank you for sticking up for a guy like me."

"A..guy like you? Uh, okay. You really don't have to. I'll find a-" Peter had started before Wade placed his scarred hands on his shoulders.

He pleaded to the smaller, blue eyes wide, thought he wasn't quite sure if Peter could see it. "Please? We can exchange numbers, and I'll get ahold of my guy to fix your phone. I'd feel terrible if I let you walk away without fixing your phone. Especially since it was my fault you couldn't. "

Peter immediately shook his head. "It wasn't your fault, dude. Trust me, I've been kicked out of more stores than I can count because of my mouth. Another isn't going to kill me."

The bigger man chuckled. "See? We already have something in common. Like tacos?" He tilted his head.

Peter pulled out his phone, not answering verbally until he unlocked it his phone and looked up at him. "So, let's exchange numbers. Switch me?"

"Yeah, hang on." Wade said,pulling out his own device from his hoodie and they switched, entering in their information.

'Hot damn that deep voice. Gonna be the death of me. Urk, focus, Parker.'

Wade bit his lip to keep from laughing when the other's thoughts projected in his head.

Once they exchanged numbers, Wade texted Peter a smiley just because and smiled.

Peter shuffled on his feet, biting his lip, dear god that lip. "So, I gotta go now, but it was nice hanging out in the front of the phone store. I'll talk to you later, Wade. "

Wade grinned, waving to the other. "Seeyah, Petey! I'll be sure to text you the deats when my friend gets back with me. We'll fix that phone right up!"

The other chuckled. "Heh, yeah. Hey, before I go, I have to ask about your uhm..condition."

Wade instantly felt the frown etch into his face. This was it, the pity, the disgust and he'll turn away from him just like everyone else, even after he found out something rather interesting about Peter.

Well, there were many interesting things about the brunette, but Wade was talking mainly on how he can hear the other's thoughts like a certain arachnid hero. Which was making Wade VERY...suspicious.

But, now Peter was going to hate him. Because of how he was, his scars, everyone eventually did once they saw him. He braced himself for the blow and nodded to the other. "Y-Yeah?"

Peter crossed his arms. ""Dude, why the fuck are you wearing socks with sandals. What kind of delinquent wears SOCKS with their SANDALS. Seriously, Wade not a good look on anyone. " He shook his head with a smirk when he saw the surprise on the other's face. "It's criminal. Anyways. Bye dude." And with that the brunette turned and started walking down the sidewalk once more, feeling the other's stare as he turned the corner.

Wade felt a goofy grin appear on his face. "Soulmates."

((HE'S PERFECT.))

The merc let out a chuckle before looking at his phone which now showed a ":V" text from Peter whom Wade changed the name from 'Peter' to 'Baby boy.'

"So do I."