Steve Rogers enjoyed having a night to himself. True, he missed the time when he and his team would spend such night together, watching movies and eating dinner together until some of them would fall asleep. Sometimes, he also missed being in the field, having the abilities the serum had given him. But, he also accepted what he currently lacked and be thankful of what he currently had.

Nowadays, he also appreciated a quiet night alone, eating food consisted of everything he loves while watching a TV show he likes. Tonight was one of those night he planned to spend in such manner.

If only he hadn't turned his head when he heard knocking on the window.

It was supposed to be a good night. He was ready in his softest clothing and food on the coffee table in front of him. His sofa was fluffed and felt perfect for prolonged seating, and there was no emergency that needed his attention, hopefully for the next 10 hours. His workload had been lighter earlier that day, and he was about to end the day watching reruns of Doctor Who.

Then, Deadpool literally came knocking on his window, looking like a red-skinned wraith with white hair with the amount of webs hanging on his head.

Even through the mask, Steve could see his manic grin, which usually meant nothing good. His hands were flailing around, as if trying to catch his attention.

Steve was tempted to ignore him, but his own value of chivalry couldn't let himself leave Deadpool outside his house. Not after he already noticed him.

Resigned for a ruined night, he let Deadpool in.

"Oh captain, my captain!" Deadpool greeted cheerfully as he wandered into the living room, ooh-ing and aah-ing on everything that caught his eyes.

"Wade, what are you doing here?" Steve asked with politeness that was deeply ingrained in him. Deadpool threw himself onto the sofa, the opposite side from where Steve was seated, before he answered.

"Well Captain, I have this question that I really, really need an answer to. It's a total dilemma, because my relationship with Spidey is jeopardy here!"

"Wait, Spiderman? What—" Steve's face was a perfect picture of confusion, but of course, whatever question he might have was steamrolled by Deadpool.

"We finally became real bros! We had such a great date. Have you seen our 'Legendary Spideypool Dance? It was all over every social media already!"

"Dance? Deadpool, what—"

"So, for the sake of our continued relationship and my need to get things right, I need you to tell me something. I'm sure you understand all about doing the right things, right?"

"Wade, I thought you and Spiderman don't get along? Didn't he leave the Avengers because you're one now?" Steve couldn't help but ask. Deadpool and Spiderman, Steve knew sometimes they worked together, but he also knew Deadpool was one of the few people Spiderman would rather never interact in both personal and professional level.

"I managed to convince him I was making myself better! Great right? We even had a date, and it was so great, I never wanted to forget it. We danced and we laughed together by the end of the night, and I think we really became buds! I mean, I never had that much fun before, or laughed that hard. I feel like there was finally a sun there after years and years of cloudy days…"

Steve wasn't sure how to take the awed tone Deadpool was using as he recounted his 'date' with Spiderman, but Steve also realized Deadpool never sounded as sincere as he was tonight. He was talking like he had the best night of his life, and to have that best night spent with Spiderman must mean something.

"Did both of you have fun?" Steve asked curiously. Deadpool nodded ecstatically.

"Yup! I know I did, and he said he did, too! He even told me he wouldn't mind going out with me again someday! That's great, right? I mean, I totally wanted that second date. But…"

Deadpool's tone suddenly turned sombre, which Steve wasn't sure if said date was as great as Deadpool exclaimed. But, he was really sincere and sounded…different when he talked about the supposed date.

"But?"

"I…wanted to do the right thing, after that. I thought I did the right thing. I was so sure it was the right thing to do. I made sure what I was about to do was the right thing. I wasn't going to go behind Spidey's back before making sure what I was doing was right. Then they said I was wrong."

Steve wasn't sure how to deal with a sad Deadpool. But, he did know about trying to do the right thing. He could understand that feeling. But, Deadpool's definition of the 'right' thing was often skewed, and usually was the reason why no one could ever work with him. And, the fact he needed to go behind Spiderman's back to do this 'right' thing was a cause for concern.

"Deadpool… What did you do?"

Deadpool seemed to have an argument with himself in his head when he took a few moments to answer. But, when he did, Steve wished he never opened that door or noticed Deadpool outside his window.

"I took a job to un-alive Peter Parker."

Steve was already on his feet before Deadpool raised both of his hands protectively in front of him and said, "He's still alive! I mean, I shot him, but somehow he was alive and have Spidey's power. But he couldn't be Spiderman, because Peter Parker was evil! He was bad, I made sure I checked before I took the hit. I checked with my own resources. I even made sure every proof I had was untampered and real. I wasn't about to off Spidey's friend if I wasn't sure he was really bad."

Steve listened with half an ear. As Deadpool talked, he thought he understood what was going on. It was good that Deadpool lead with saying Peter was still alive. Really good. It actually calmed him a bit to listen to the rest of his words.

"But then, Parker said he was Spider man, and the little black-Spider said that he is, also the short woman that was usually with Parker. But, that couldn't be, right? There was proof. I checked them triple. I was right! Peter Parker was evil, so he couldn't be Spiderman, because Spiderman is good and a true hero and can't be evil!"

Steve thought he knew where this was going, but he needed to make sure.

"So, the thing you wanted to ask…" he trailed, because he needed Deadpool to ask.

"Peter Parker is Spiderman. True or false?"

That was certainly right to the point. While Steve did promise to never disclose Spiderman's identity, Peter already told Deadpool. Thrice, if the other Spiderman and Peter's friend confirmed it. Deadpool just had a hard time accepting it.

Wait… Why did Deadpool have a hard time accepting it?

"…True," Steve answered carefully. He could see Deadpool's face just… fell. Even his mask couldn't hide the way his face scrunched in something like despair. Deadpool then reached for something, a map the he just rolled and tuck away somewhere in his suit. He threw the map onto the coffee table. Steve reached for it and checked the files and photographs. As he read the casefiles of various experiments, mainly on human, and mostly unwilling, he heard Deadpool muttering something to himself.

The files were proof of Peter Parker's various nefarious deeds, mainly including human experimentation.

Dated from when Dr. Octavius was in Peter's body.

"Does that mean Spiderman is evil?" Deadpool's voice sounded so small and heartbroken, as if he was a child getting told Santa Claus wasn't real.

"…Not really," Steve answered cautiously. "The Spiderman we all know and love, the one who was an Avenger, was good. He was a hero. But, the Peter Parker that was in these files, he was evil. A real villain, in fact."

Deadpool's masked face showed clearly how confused he was.

"I know I'm not usually smart, but what the hell was that supposed to mean? Is he a villain or a hero? Did he turn evil somewhere along the way?"

Steve pointed to the files. "Did Peter say anything about these files?"

Deadpool's mask showed how displeased he was at Steve's question.

"Why is it that people loves to answer questions with another question? Even Captain America does that," Deadpool muttered under his breath, but still loud enough for Steve to hear. Steve ignored it and asked again.

"Deadpool, what did Peter say?"

Deadpool threw both his hands to the air in exasperation.

"Nothing, okay. He just told me he was Spiderman before he told me to ask you about Spidey's identity when I didn't believe him, which is still bumming me out. Spidey was totally my hero after you. He also said to ask the Avengers about Dr. Otto Octavius, which I really don't understand why. The guy's been not-alive for quite a long time."

"Well, his body was," Steve said. Deadpool frowned again.

"Look, Captain. I have the utmost respect for you. I mean, you're Captain America! Who doesn't? But, if you don't get to the point soon, my bad mood will only turn to worse."

Steve couldn't help but to feel a little accomplished for having annoyed Deadpool, if even a little bit. After putting up with the mercenary's annoying tendencies for so long, being able to turn the tables felt good. He still understood that Deadpool in a worse mood was not what he wanted to have tonight.

"When Dr. Octavius was about to die, he switched his mind with Spiderman. So, for a while, neither Peter Parker or Spiderman was himself. I still don't quite understand why Dr. Octavius decided to continue being Spiderman, but he did and called himself the 'Superior' Spider-man. In that time, he's done some terrible things while in Peter Parker's body, including, well, this ," Steve explained and pointed at the files.

"Peter himself wasn't aware of what Dr. Octavius was doing while the doctor in his body. His deeper subconscious managed to stop Otto from killing anyone, but he still wasn't aware of everything Otto was doing as Peter Parker. None of us even realized he wasn't Peter, or Spiderman. Only after he managed to get rid of Otto that we knew the story. We only knew he was acting oddly, but none of us ever thought he wasn't who he was. We've proven for ourselves that the present Peter Parker is himself again, with no traces of Otto in his body. So, the present Peter Parker is the Spiderman that you said is your hero."

"Shut the fuck up."

Peter Parker is Spiderman.

Peter fucking Parker is Spiderman.

The guy he thought was evil was his fucking hero.

The guy he almost un-alive was the last person he ever wanted to un-alive in the world.

'Fuck me sideways with a Hulkbuster'

[Ugh, terrible imagery, man]

(Sounded so painful)

[At least we got confirmation that Parker is Spiderman?]

(Whoa, Spiderman will totally hate us after this. We almost killed him!)

"Shut the fuck up," Deadpool muttered. Captain America then stopped his story about Dr. fucking Octavius being in Peter Parker's body and did all the wicked deed that was written and explained in the files he had gathered. If he wasn't too much into his head, he would probably feel bad about cutting of Captain America while he was talking. As it was, Captain America's sensibilities is not on forefront of his mind right now.

Oh, Bea Arthur. Peter Parker is Spiderman.

"What? I thought you wanted to know?" the Captain asked, confused and slightly offended by the harsh words.

"Not you," Deadpool said, then rethought it. "Well, yes you. I need to go."

Deadpool then stood up and left the Captain's humble abode, files still in the Captains' hand while his thoughts were full of Peter Parker and Spiderman.

"Deadpool! Where are you going?" he heard the Captain asked from the distance. Deadpool, who was still in a haze, answered automatically.

"Spidey's!"

[You sure he wanted us there?]

(You pointed a gun at his head)

He pointed a gun at his head.

He fucking pointed a fucking gun at Spidey's fucking head.

What if he had shot his head?

[He would be not-alive]

(And very dead, not in a pool way.)

He felt nauseous at the thought.

[The writer's joke must have gotten worse.]

(Meh. She never wrote humor before. Have you seen her stories?)

"Oh, just shut up! This story was supposed to be about me and Spidey getting together! How are we going to get together after this?" Deadpool was still feeling sick. He needed to go back to Spidey's. If he grovels, maybe Spidey will forgive him.

He will grovel even if Spidey never forgives him.

He will beg and kneel too if Spidey would forgive even an iota of what he had done.

He would shoot himself in the head if would make Spidey feel better.

He looked up to see the skyline and saw the tall buildings in the distance. He felt his stomach twisted and turned as Peter Parker's apartment was in his view. That familiar, familiar building where he shot Peter Parker—

(Spiderman, Peter is Spiderman)

[Spidey, who you had a night out with before. Or, was it a date?]

(Who you shot right after your fun, fun night out)

[Who thought you got near him so you could go and un-alive, well, him.]

"Fuck…" Deadpool muttered silently. He would shoot himself now, but then maybe Spidey would like to see it happen. Deadpool always felt better when he shot the people who tried to kill him.

He hastened his pace towards Peter's building. He wanted to get over it soon, then maybe he could eat his gun in his bathroom after.

After Deadpool left his place, Peter found himself getting carried by Miles back to his bed, before the younger Spiderman left to patrol the city. He would've refused, but he honestly had no strength left. All fight left him once Deadpool left with all the files of Peter Parker's supposed misdeeds. His heart was pounding when Deadpool aimed his gun, because even when the threat was right on his face, his spider-sense didn't ring at all.

"Wade's client could be one of Octavius' victim," Peter muttered out after Anna Maria passed him a glass of water. He could understand that want for revenge. He had seen the pictured. They were horrible. No wonder Deadpool was adamant that he was evil.

"Peter, it wasn't you," Anna Maria said when she saw his face. "It was Otto. Even I didn't know about his experiments, or that some of it was still running."

"I know it wasn't," Peter answered readily. He knew it wasn't his fault. It was all Otto. He knew that. "But, he had done those with my name, my face. Everything he had done, he had done those in my body, both good and bad. His victims will blame me for everything he had done, and there's nothing to do about it. Even if every of his victims somehow believed it wasn't me, my face will still be the one they remembered as their tormentor."

"Peter…"

"Look, Anna. I'm just really tired and in pain right now. Let's talk later, yeah?"

Anna Maria looked like she didn't want to leave him alone, but he really wanted to rest. Deadpool had drained every bit of what energy he had gathered when he dozed off. With his wounds re-opened, he just wanted to sleep. Preferably all day.

"You need to get back to the company, anyway. I'll be fine. I'll be resting all day, I promise," Peter tried to grin, but from the look on Anna Maria's face, it didn't look very convincing. But, she did leave him after making him promise to call if anything happens.

When he was finally alone, he wondered if Deadpool knowing Spiderman's identity was really the right thing to do. Belatedly, he wondered why he trusted the other man anyway, after everything he had done.

He went to sleep with a faint sense of betrayal gnawing at his heart.

Deadpool perched himself on Peter's window, absently wondering why it wasn't locked.

[Because he's Spiderman, duh!]

Right. Peter Parker is Spiderman. He needed his windows unlocked so he could swing in. As Spiderman should.

(You repeating yourself is getting old. Look, even the writer got tired of it.)

[Me think you think too much. Just grovel, beg, and kneel. Then shoot yourself if he asked for it. Easy. You shoot yourself all the time.]

Deadpool would do just that, if Peter hadn't been sleeping. It looked like Peter had been sleeping for quite a while, maybe not long after he left the apartment.

Now that he thought about it, this is probably the first sleep he's had since yesterday.

[Since you shot him right after you spent the night dancing with Spidey]

(And he's Spiderman)

"Make me feel worse, won't you, writer?" Deadpool muttered irritably.

Now that he's already inside, getting out again seemed like a stupid idea. Waiting in the living room made him feel sick, since he wouldn't be able to stop staring at the front door. Where he shot Peter Parker. Spiderman.

"Stop it," he muttered silently, careful so he wouldn't wake the man on the bed. Waiting there in the bedroom was better, but he didn't want to be that character from that stupid vampire novel where the vampires sparkle.

(Shiklah read that novel)

[Still, stupid. Just don't tell her]

(The writer also read it, all four novels)

[So? Still stupid]

Deadpool ignored the boxes as he stared at the sleeping Peter Parker. He felt like a creep, but it wasn't the worst thing anyone ever called him, so he ignored it too.

Peter looked pale.

(He did almost die. You were aiming to un-alive him. He probably lost a lot of blood)

[If he wasn't Spiderman, he would be dead]

Deadpool felt suffocated, so he pulled up his mask and let it fall to the ground as he slid down to the floor, sitting with the windowsill on his back. He stared at the floor, unable to look at the bed and the figure on it much longer.

Deapool then buried his head in his hands and groaned.

"…Deadpool?"

Deadpool froze.

Waking up to see Deadpool sitting on the floor under his window, hands covering his face and head bowed while groaning, was a really weird way to wake up. With the way Deadpool seemed to curl into himself made Peter absently thought if the mercenary had been hurt.

If he did, Peter didn't notice any blood.

Peter honestly couldn't care enough to really look closely right now. Not after he just woke up after he slept—a look to outside his window said it's already night, so a whole day?

Well, he felt much better than when he went to sleep, so there's that.

"Deadpool?" he called out through a dry throat. He also felt his stomach rumbling, before he remembered he never had gotten that breakfast he ordered. His sustenance for today had been all the water Anna Maria had given him before he fell asleep.

But, as out of it as he was with hunger and thirst, he still noticed the way Deadpool's whole body flinched when Peter called out his name before he simply froze up.

"…Peter," Deadpool replied back, hands still covering his—unmasked, now that Peter looked carefully—face. His tone was strangely flat. The big guy hadn't moved an inch besides the flinch, which was making Peter quite uncomfortable. He pulled himself up to sitting position as he waited to Deadpool to say something else.

Peter waited, but Deadpool still won't move, or talk. Peter heard him breathing through his hands, but Deadpool wasn't muttering or even whispering to himself. No words came out of the mercenary. He was the most silent since Peter had ever known him.

It wasn't a comforting sight, and confused the hell out of him.

"Deadpool, what are you doing there?" Peter asked after the silence became too stifling. Deadpool is the Merc with a Mouth. He wasn't supposed to be this silent.

"We had a deal. I was to tell you about my client if you're right. You are. So, here I am. But you were asleep. So I waited," Deadpool said, voice mumbled through the hands. Peter found himself waiting for Deadpool to put down his hands or just put on the mask back.

Deadpool wasn't usually shy to show his face around Peter. Well, Spiderman, but now that he knows, it should be the same thing now, right? And, if he wanted to hide his face, why did he took off his mask in the first place?

And, why did he wait instead of just waking him up?

The hands thing made him more curious than the waking up thing, though.

"Okay, but why are you hiding your face with your hands?" Peter asked. Deadpool slowly moved his hands. But, he was still looking down, not even glancing towards Peter.

"….Nothing. So, client—"

"Wait," Peter interjected. "I'm far too hungry for this conversation. Let me eat first, then we'll talk."

Deadpool seemed to perk up slightly at that. He was finally looking at Peter, at least.

"Okay, what do you want to eat?" Deadpool asked, his voice sounded like he was excited at the prospect of food. That was more like Deadpool, so Peter relaxed as he pondered about what he wanted to eat.

"I never really get that breakfast burrito, so I guess something Mexican is nice…" Peter thought. He knew the number of a good Mexican place they could order.

Peter found it weird that Deadpool's face seemed to fell when he mentioned breakfast, but seemed to go excited again on the prospect of Mexican food.

"Chimichanga! Chimichanga always made everything better! Wait here, I'll get it!" Deadpool exclaimed before he grabbed his discarded mask and jumped out of the window, leaving Peter who was staring at the spot Deadpool left bewilderingly.

"O-kay… Weird…." Peter muttered to himself. Now that he'd really woken up, staying in bed seemed silly. He tried moving and was pleased when he didn't feel pain. There was a twinge of pain when he tried to stand, meaning he wasn't completely healed. But, he was glad he can walk on his own to his kitchen.

He was really, really thirsty.

His journey to the kitchen was uneventful enough that he began pondering about Deadpool's brief visit. The mercenary was uncharacteristically mellow and silent tonight. The moment when Deadpool seemed excited in fetching him food, even to go so far to pick it up himself when he could just pick up a phone and order in was weird too. Deadpool was so ready to put a bullet in him earlier today.

It was after he finished his glass of water that things seemed to click.

"…Oh…"

'Was that how a Deadpool who felt guilty looked like?'