A/N: Apparently White box is a sometimes helpful, sarcastic, deadpan, douchebag. Yellow's just happy to be here.

And back to Deadpool's pov.

Having decided to stay in New York in an attempt to find the cutie from the bank robbery Deadpool's currently strolling down some random street,

Passing by a newsstand he freezes in his tracks at seeing himself on the front page.

[Look it's us!]

Grabbing one of the papers he reads out loud. "Spider-man inspires new dangerous vigilante"

Squinting at the picture of himself outside the bank his eyes widen. Immediately looking around the page he sees a name in the lower corner of the image, "Photo by P. Parker."

[Ohmigosh! Pet's name is Parker.]

Hugging the paper close to his chest he twirls around."I found him!"

||It's probably not him.||

"There's only one way to find out." Striking a pose he point into the distance."Towards Google."

||You shot your laptop. Remember?||

"Towards the public library!"

-..-..-..

After some extensive research done at the public library's computer section Deadpool has come to know several things, but that's not really much.

Firstly the cutie's name is Peter Benjamin Parker. Secondly he's a photographers that mainly takes pictures of Spider-man. Thirdly he's legal.

"Yes!"

"Shuu."

And last but not least his address.

"Jackpot!"

"Shuuuu!"

-..-..-..

Deciding to do some preliminary research before making contact Deadpool chooses to use the information of Peter's address to do some observing.

||You mean stalking?||

"Shut up."

Via his observations Deadpool now knows that Peter's got a payed internship at Stark labs, though that doesn't seem to pay enough judging by the lack of groceries being brought. Probably why he takes pictures of Spidey.

Juggling that with college he doesn't seem to have much free time at all.

Though even with the obvious lack of money he stops by at the same coffee shop every day ordering a high caffeine high sugar drink and sits there for half an hour before heading to work.

Deadpool is now standing outside of that very coffee shop having decided to try and ask Peter to have a coffee with him.

Wearing a hoodie and jeans on top of his suit in an attempt to try and be slightly incognito he is currently destroying the slime possibility of that by frantically talking to himself, attempting to figure out what to say.

"Okay, just seem casual. Something like: 'Hey, you're the beauty that handed my mask back. Wanna grab a coffee?'" Shaking his head violently he discard that idea. "No, no, no. That's not it. It has to be perfect."

Busy trying to figure out what to say he doesn't pay attention to his surroundings until something bumps into him.

"Oh, sorry."

That voice.

Turning around he is met by Peter standing. Right. There.

Jumping back he squeaks, "Hi.", before simply standing there staring. He's even more beautiful than I remember.

||Don't just stand there, do something.||
Like what?
[Hug him.]
||Let's begin by introducing ourselves.||

Clearing his throat he tries to do just that. "Hi, I'm Wade. Wanna grab a coffee?"

Not reacting Peter just stands there stunned.

||Great you frightened him.||

Worriedly Wade looks Peter over waiting for him to react.

After a while Peter shakes his head looking up at him. "Sorry, what?"

Quickly Wade tries to explain. "A couple of weeks ago you helped me by giving me my mask back at a bank robbery. Remember? I would like to thank you by buying you a coffee. If you like that, that is."

Taking a deep breath he sticks his hand out. "Also I'm Wade." I should have planned this beforehand! Why didn't I plan this beforehand?

Hesitatingly Peter takes his hand. "Hi, I'm Peter."

Lowering their hands back down they stand there awkwardly.

||Do something.||

"So... coffee?"

"Ehm... Sh-sure."

Holding up the door Wade lets Peter walk in first before following.

Quickly getting their orders they go to sit down at an empty table.

For some time they simply sit there in silence only interrupted by Peter sipping on his coffee.

Is it still coffee with that much sugar in it?

[Who cares. Look at that mouth.]

||I would recommend stopping the staring, and again, do something.||

Taking the advice Wade of course ends up talking. "You can not imagine how relieved I was to get to know you were legal. From just looking at you one can't think anything but jailbait." He says without thinking, giving Peter a one over.

[He's adorable!]

Nodding Wade agrees, "Gorgeous."

[That too.]

Having looked up when Wade first started talking Peter sharply looks away blushing furiously.

He looked away. What does that mean?

||Maybe it had something to do with your implied attractions to minors.||

What?!

"Not that I'm into minors. You just look young and happen to be attractive. Not that you wouldn't be beautiful if you weren't young looking. Still totally tap that. Would totally still be into you if you were younger too, but I would have waited. I'll wait now."

[He's still looking away.]

||Wonder why...||

Face completely red Peter just stares down at the table, fiddling with a napkin.

What should I do? I should change subject. Yeah, ask him something about himself.

"So you take pictures of Spider-man. Do you know him or something? No one else seems to be able to photograph him."

Head whipping up at the mention of Spider-man Peter looks concerned. "Sorry, but how do you know this?"

[We stalked you.]

It was research!

||Think quickly he's waiting.||

"I saw one of your photos in the papers."

"Oh." Is the only response he get before Peter glances down again.

"And I might have googled you."

||Stalker alert.||

[But we did stalk him.]

Quickly Wade tries to back peddle and ask about Spider-man once more. "Was that why you didn't run away from the bank robbery like everyone else? You were expecting Spider-man to show up?"

Glancing up briefly Peter gives a soft affirmative, "Yeah.", before he looks back down.

Not sure where to go from there Wade decides to try and thank Peter again."Well, thanks for handing me my mask back and not screaming or vomiting."

Frowning in confusion Peter finally looks up. "Why would I have done that?"

Grimacing Wade gestures up at his face."That's the most common reaction to this whole face situation here."

"I don't think you look that bad." Peter says without hesitation looking at Wade with earnest eyes.

Now it's Wade's turn to look down at the table frowning. What is this boy? An angel in disguise?

[Maybe he hit his head when he fell?]

||That or he's severely visually impaired.||

Shut up. His eyes are perfect.

Glancing toward Peter's side of the table he notices something next to his coffee cup. "You can make napkin roses?"

Looking down at the paper flower Peter smiles. "Yeah. I used to fold them for my aunt."

Staring at it Wade smiles. "It's really neat."

"Thanks." Taking up the flower Peter holds it out towards Wade. "You can have it if you want."

Reaching out taking the flower all Wade can do is stare. How can someone be this perfect?

[He gave us a flower!]
||It's paper though.||
[So no watering needed.]
||We would probably killed it if it did.||

Shut up. It's perfect just like him.

While Wade was distracted arguing with himself Peter looks down at his coffee cup with a faraway smile mumbling seemingly to himself. "I also used to make swans for when my aunt and uncle had guests to dinner."

[Nothing can be as perfect as him. Well maybe Spidey.]

Gazing down at the rose Wade slowly twirls it in his fingers. I think he might actually manage to out do even Spidey-babe.

||If you two are finished he just said something.||

Eyes shooting up he immediately apologizes. "Sorry. What did you say?"

||Smooth.||

"Oh, nothing." Peter says waving it off standing. "I think I should leave."

Panicking he grabs Peters wrist. "Wait! Can we see each other again sometime?"

Frozen Peter's eyes flickering between his wrist and Wade. "Eh..."

Letting go as if burned Wade starts to panic. What do I do?! What do I do?!

||Phone number?||

"Yeah! I mean, can I at least have your number? Please."

Blushing Peters looks away before stuttering out an uncertain, "O-okay."

Grabbing a napkin Peter looks around. "Um..?"

Pulling out a pen from one of his many pockets Wade hands it over. "Here."

"Thanks." Cheeks still stained red Peter quickly scribbling down his number then hands the napkin over. "See you later, Wade."

Clutching the napkin to his chest Wade watches as Peter walks out of the shop.

[Told you he's booty was perfect.]

Standing Wade carefully puts the napkin away in a pocket. "Time to get a phone."

[What about big brother Fury?]

Taking up the napkin rose from the table he twirls it in his fingers and he just can't seem to come up with any reason not to risk it.

A/N: Peter is totally the nicest cutie. Which means he doesn't give fake numbers. He's just a sweetie, a very stressed and nervous sweetie, that don't think about things like that.

Also despite stalking Deadpool still don't know that Peter is Spider-man. I assume this is because Peter changes in and out of his suit away from his apartment, except for when he's really tired. For example like he was in the previous chapter after a day of Deadpool sitting.