2. Hi, Who the hell are you?

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Peter swung down the street following the police cars. "Blink and you'll miss a New York minute. How 'bout blink and miss dad's dinner tonight." He followed them down town to a business area. They stopped behind other police vehicles and a barricade. His eyes narrowed. "TaskMaster and his goonies. What are they doing here?" He looked at the building they were attacking. A bank. He smirked and leapt down in front of the building. The henchmen watching the front pointed their guns at him. He shot webs at their faces. They struggled to get them off. He shot more webs at them, binding their arms to their sides. He ran in the building and looked around. He spotted TaskMaster ,standing in front of a giant open safe door. He was commanding his goons to grab the money and watch the hostages.

"Ah, ran outta money?" TaskMaster turned around and glared at him. "Come on Task Master! You already wasted all of your lunch money? Do I have to call your mother- Again?"

"Ah, Spider-Man." His voice seemed lighter, "You're just in tim-" Bullets came flying in from behind Peter,cutting him off. Peter threw his hands up and shot himself up to the ceiling and held on to his web tight. "Deadpool?!" He heard TaskMaster scream. "Why are you here?" The shooting stopped. A tall, muscular man in a red and black suit, with swords on his back , and guns in his hands, strutted forward. He let his shoulders pull back, as he popped his neck.

"To chew bubblegum and kick ass." He jumped forward, and pulled his swords out of his back. He landed on one knee and looked at TaskMaster. "But you Tasky, have no ass." He bucked forward again and pointed the his swords at TaskMaster. His goons began firing at him. His body was riddled with bullets, but he continued onward. TaskMaster quickly dodge him.

"Any time but now, Deadpool. I have too much riding on this!" TaskMaster started to run with several goons behind him. Peter shot his webbing at the goons and caught them. He jumped down to the ground. He wrapped them up, so they wouldn't get away. "Sorry guys, all I can do is wrap ya like this. No time for a pretty bow." He shrugged and ran after TaskMaster.

"He's getting away." The man turned around. "Hey! That's mine! Wait up!" Peter heard his calls, but focused on TaskMaster. He shot his web at him, but Taskmaster saw that coming. He dodged it and shot at him. "Woah, woah, slow the fuck down! No one shoots at Spider-Man but me!" Peter looked behind him. The masked man pointed his gun at TaskMaster. "Not saying I would ever shoot you, Spider-Man." He managed to wink at him through his mask. Taken back a little, Peter stood to the side. The man ran up besides him and put his hand out in front of him.

"The name's Deadpool." Peter took his hand and shook it slowly.

"Spide-" Deadpool put his finger on Peter's mouth.

"Shhh, you don't need to introduce yourself to me, Spidey. You're my hero 3." "Gay." "Oh, and if you met your hero, you wouldn't act a little gay?" He caressed his jaw and ran forward shooting. Peter stood there, astonished and a little embarrassed.

TaskMaster continuously dodge the bullets but couldn't get away in time. Deadpool caught up to him, he slammed his guns against his head. TaskMaster stumbled away from him and grasped his head. "Come on, put 'em up!" Deadpool put his guns in their holsters and put his fists up. "Back in my day, we fought like men! Fisticuffs! Let's go!" He danced back and forth. Peter laughed.

"This guy is kinda, badass." Peter mumbled to himself. TaskMaster then pulled something out. Suddenly it morphed into a shield. He twisted around and threw it at Deadpool, who wasn't paying attention. "What!? We have an amazing muscle structure! Just look at how we're described!" Peter shot his web and grabbed the shield before it got to Deadpool's' head. Deadpool looked back at him. His hands grasped at his heart. He grabbed his cheeks shook his hips.

"Spider-Man saved me!" Peter smiled behind his mask. His eyes looked away for TaskMaster. He was gone.

"Where did he go?!" Deadpool turned around. "Oh. Damn."

He tapped his foot.

"Oh well. I got what I needed." He shrugged and walked towards Spider-Man.

"What did you say?" Peter looked at him intensely.

"Nothing. Hey, you free? How 'bout we ditch this place and grab something to eat?" Peter, again, was shocked at his forwardness.

"I ah," he laughs gently. "I- I- I don't have any money. Sorry." Deadpool slapped him on the back.

"Don't worry Spidey, I got you! You know, I am rich man, if you're into that. And I'm single. But if you go for the ones who are in a relationship, me and lady death are pretty close."

"You're going to scare him." Peter laughed again.

"No, I ah." For some reason Peter couldn't get the words out, "Thanks for... Trying to capture TaskMaster with me. I appreciate it." Deadpool was silenced. He began to blush. He pushed his fingers together and twisted his feet.

"Well, gosh. I didn't think I was that much help." Peter smiled. He looked away for a moment. His eyes landed on a clock. It was 6:40.

" No, no, NO! I'm gonna be late! They're gonna kill me!" Deadpool perked up.

"Who! I'll kick their asses!" He jumped in front of Peter and drew his swords out, ready for the attack. Peter shook his head.

"No, my da- no. I gotta get home and- I can't show up like this? Someone will see me! I gotta get a suit and agh! Sorry, but I'm gonna need a rain check." Deadpool grabbed his shoulders.

"If you need a suit, I can get you one!"

"Really?" Peter pulled his head back and lifted his eyebrow. Deadpool nodded.

"Fly us down to the nearest tuxedo shop!"

"He can't fly." "Oh! Slingshot us like in the Spider-Man movie! That looks awesome!" Peter looked him up and down. He was waaaaay bigger than Mary Jane, or Gwen, but he had no options left.

"Grab on!" He stood tall and opened his arm for him. Deadpool squealed with excitement. He hopped in his arms and clung on his neck. Peter shot out of the building. He swung up the street looking for a tux shop. They found one a few streets down.

He carried Deadpool and his new suit on his back. He stopped 5 buildings away from the restaurant.

"Thanks again Deadpool. You really saved my butt today." Deadpool gave him a thumbs up.

"No problem. But remember, you owe me a dinner date now." Peter chuckled slightly. He handed his suit over, "You better wear that tux." He winked at him again. Peter waved goodbye and swung down into the alleyway. Deadpool stood there. "Please don't swoon." "I can't help it," he put his hand on his forehead, " He's sooo dreamy!"

Peter changed in the alley and raced to the restaurant. He checked his phone. 6:55. He wasn't gonna make it. He ran to the back entrance and webbed himself up to the 3rd floor. He managed to get a window open. He climbed in, and looked around. He was in the girls bathroom. He looked at his reflection. His face was dirty and his hair was disheveled. He splashed water on his face and ran his wet fingers through his hair. He didn't look great but he was passable. He walked out of the bathroom and wandered into the dining area. There stood his father's shaking the hand of an older man. He looked at his phone again. 6:59. He smirked. He calmly walked besides his dads.

"I'm sorry our son is late, he can be-"

"I'm right here, pops." Peter smiled mischievously. Steve and Tony were shocked.

"You made it. On time." Tony stared at him. The man laughed.

"Our kids surprises sometimes," He turned to Peter, " I'm sorry you won't have any company tonight. There was a slight misunderstanding. My daughter is only 8 and will not be joining us tonight. But this is my wife-" Peter tuned out. He didn't even have to come to this dinner. Now he has to sit and listen to his dad try to buy out this guy and his wife's company and he doesn't even get to flirt with anyone. Well, not that he was planning on flirting with her, but who knows what would have happened.

They waved good bye to them and got in the limo. Peter rested his head on the window.

"Glad you made it on time." Tony huffed while pouring a drink. Peter looked up. "What? I was on time."

"By the skin of your teeth."

"Tony, calm down. He made it. On time, in a suit, and... slightly presentable. Not A+ work, but you are improving." Tony sighed. He looked Peter up and down. He narrowed his gaze at him.

"Where did you get that suit?" Peter swallowed hard.

"A friend lent it to me." Steve's eyebrow went up.

"What friend? Gwen, Mary, or Harry?" Peter blushed.

"Just- a friend. Ya know." He looked away from them. Steve and Tony looked at each other.

"A friend? You're not going to tell us who? That's grounds for grounding." Tony couldn't help but let a smile creep on his lips.

"Is it a girl? Who's also a friend?" Steve smirked as well. Peter let his head fall to on his shoulder, and looked at them.

"Don't start this. Please don't do this. Not again." Steve laughed slightly.

"Peter, if you need advice about girls, we-"

"You guys aren't the best to give out girl advice." He laughed.

"Why not?" Tony was almost insulted. Peter put his hands out gesturing to them.

"You both married a guy! How could you know anything about girls?" Tony laughed.

"Believe it or not, before Cap was thawed, I was swimming in women. Every night it was a different la-"

"Nonononono, dad!" "Tony, stop." Peter and Steve protested at the same time. Tony smirked and took a sip of his drink. "Pops was no different, right?" He elbowed Steve. Steve shook his head.

"I- ah, I only had one, ah." Steve cleared his throat. "But that doesn't matter, we could still, help." He began with his puppydog eyes again. Peter gave a fake smile.

"I'm fine. There's no girl. It's just a friend." Steve's face scrunched with worry and frustration.

Peter gave Steve a kiss goodnight and shut his bedroom door. Steve drank his tea and left for Tonys lab. When he entered the room he saw Tony researching and simulating tests on the screens floating around him. Steve looked around the room. It was clear, except for Bruce, who was asleep on the couch.

"Did you bring me coffee?"

"I brought tea. I was hoping you would sleep with me tonight." Tony turned to him and shot a his eyebrow up. "I mean sleep this time." He handed him the tea and he drank from it.

"I will, just let me finish. I had Bruce in here, and we were debating on if-"

"I'm going to stop you there, and admit I will have no idea what you are talking about." Tony let out a small chuckle and turned off his equipment. Steve leaned against a table and looked at his feet. He stayed silent for a while before speaking up.

"Do you think Harry gave him a suit?"

"No," Tony sat next to him, " if he did, Pete would have just said it was him."

"Did he take one of ours?"

"His skinny, and tall ass? No. That thing fit him perfectly. Yours would have been way too big and mine too small. Plus I had JARVIS check if he even came back to the tower."

"Do you think he- stole it?" Steve looked at his husband.

"No, no. Well, he is my son. And going through a rebellious stage is-" Steve hit his chest.

"I'm seriously worried, Tony. What if his 'friend' is a bad influence. What if he gets him into drugs and drinking and all this new junk." Tony grabbed Steve's hand and leaned his head on his shoulder.

"If we raised him right, he'll know not to do that. He's a good kid." Steve smiled. He turned his head and kissed Tony. Tony nuzzled his face in his neck and kissed him more. Steve laughed.

"So, ah, ya sure you just wanna go to sleep?"