During his lunch break, Peter waltzed into the school office to check to see if they had just recently hired a new custodian. Surely Deadpool wouldn't be stupid enough to wander around without taking some form of precaution.

"So, Joan, weird question here: Do we have a new janitor?" Peter asked as he leaned against the front desk while fiddling with the pen near the sign-in sheet.

The secretary behind the desk gave the man a quizzical look over the rims of her glasses before pulling up a page on the computer. With a low hum, she turned the screen towards Peter. Apparently a "Ryan Reynolds" had been entered into the system earlier this morning. Peter pinched the bridge of his nose at Deadpool's name choice and thanked the woman before heading back to his classroom.

That was around noon.

Now Peter was standing near the front doors and glancing down at his wristwatch. It read 3:56. He had promised Aunt May that he would, quite literally, swing by the old family home in Forest Hills to have dinner with her at 5:30. Even with the added perks of superhuman abilities and his trusty webshooters, it would still take him a good while to get there. Though May now understood Peter's reasons for being late he didn't want to leave her waiting.

Speaking of waiting, where was Deadpool? Peter had told him that he wanted to speak with him after school. Though, to be fair, he hadn't given him a time or place to meet up. He hadn't even thought of what to say to him. This would be so much easier to confront the mercenary without the hassle of keeping his two lives separate.

Once it hit four o'clock, Peter made his way out of the building and after a few blocks had passed he ducked into an alleyway to change out his clothing. He quickly did so as he was climbing up the brick wall to reach the roof. It was an almost necessary talent that he had acquired over the years. After Peter, or rather Spider-Man, webbed his work clothes up into a makeshift backpack, he made his way to his destination.

Things were going smoothly until Spider-Man spotted Deadpool drawing obscene images with chalk on a sidewalk for god knows whatever reason. Groaning inwardly, he tossed the web pack onto the nearest fire escape then dropped down in front of the other man who was talking out loud to nobody in particular.

"You're still here?" Spider-Man inquired with a hint of annoyance. Of course Deadpool was still in New York, he had just seen him only hours ago at Midtown High.

Deadpool's head whipped up so fast that it could have easily snapped off and rolled down into the street. He took a look around then pointed at his masked face, chalk still in his hand, as he asked, "Are you talking about little old me?"

"Who else would I be talking to?"

"I don't know, maybe you were talking to White or Yellow. They say 'hi' by the way!" Deadpool responded, talking about the so-called boxes that he apparently shares head space with. Spider-Man figured that's what the other man was talking about, as he had heard rumors about them, anyway.

"Yellow, be-have! I've already filled today's ass quota. No need to be so greedy."

Okay, so Deadpool must definitely be talking to the boxes now as he was looking over his shoulder but not talking to anyone within the vicinity. Spider-Man shifted around uncomfortably as he recalled when Deadpool tried to smack his, Peter Parker's, butt earlier in the day. The other man must have noticed his fidgeting and quirked an eyebrow under the mask.

"So what is up? Need help kicking bad guys' butts? You asking me out on a date? If you are, I'll have to work you into my busy schedule." Deadpool said in an all too cheerful voice as he fiddled with one of his many belt pouches.

That all too familiar prickling sensation was creeping at the base of Spider-Man's skull, causing him get ready to crouch down if need be. At this angle he could now see that Deadpool had swapped the chalk out for what appeared to be a trigger. A bomb trigger at that. The spider held his hand up in warning and clenched his jaw.

"Wade… What is that," he demanded in a stern voice, ready to pounce at the other man at any second. Spider-Man knew he had to be cautious under these circumstances. If he could just talk Deadpool out of whatever madness he had gotten into this time then nobody would have to resort to physical violence.

Deadpool snorted under his mask and then made little disappointed tsk tsk sounds. As his finger began push down on the shiny red button, Spider-Man let a line of web shoot out to snatch it away from the mercenary before any damage was done. He then grabbed a fist full of the fabric of Deadpool's costume and lifted him a few feet off the ground. Spider-Man lowered his head just slightly to make the large white eyes of his mask look menacing.

This just made Deadpool laugh even more as he began to talk back those boxes of his.

Spider-Man held up the trigger between two fingers and gave Deadpool a slight shake to snap him back to the situation at hand. "Tell me, Wade, what this is for."

A smile crept onto the mercenary's face. Not that Spider-Man could see it well at first but Deadpool soon pulled his mask up to his nose and flashed his surprisingly pearly whites which clashed with the rest of his appearance.

"It's a distraction!"

"Wh—"

Spider senses his ass. This was a danger greater than any other he may have faced in the past.

Before Spider-Man could have any time to react, Deadpool was pressing his sloppily wet and severely chapped lips against the red fabric that covered his own mouth. Too shocked and mortified to do anything, his face began to flush from the embarrassment of the position that he found himself in. When the older man pulled away, the hero put the fingers of his free hand up to his now moist mask. Dear god. As soon as he gets a chance, Spider-Man is going to run into the nearest drugstore and buy at least ten bottles of mouthwash.

Wait a second, his free hand? He had Deadpool in one and the trigger in… oh.

"Eat your heart out, Michael Bay!" Deadpool shouted as he slammed his finger down.


A/N: Deadpool's POV will be coming up next chapter! Also, thank you guys for the kind words! I'm still very new to writing fanfiction, aha. The most that I've ever done with writing was roleplaying on and off for nearly ten years.