His breathing grew rapid and heavy. Blood oozed from his cuts and he felt way too tired to move. He was pretty sure he had bruised a few ribs from falling from a tall height.

It all happened so fast that not even Peter could remember what he had done to escape the helicopter. Normally S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and Nick Fury were very difficult to overcome, but apparently, mutants such as himself are capable of doing anything they set their mind to.

There were flashes of the memory. Kicks were flying, guns fired, the helicopter spun out of control. But Peter's massive headache forbade him to member the specifics and what he was thinking at the moment.

As he lied on the top of a building, he began to wonder about his parents. They must be worried that he hadn't showed up. He must be a couple hours past his curfew.

"Well, well, well..." Deadpool tsked. "Honestly never thought I'd see you twice in one night, baby boy."

No response. Not even a twitch.

Deadpool laid next to him and stared at Spiderman with dreamy eyes. He said, "Not even a word? No struggle? Damn, what the hell did they do to you?" Wade laughed.

Next thing he knew, the merc found himself pinned to the floor with a knee digging in his back and his arm twisted behind his back. "Huh. Kinda picture this the other way around. On my bed. With candles..."

"Let me ask you this, Merc," Peter hissed. "Does money really mean everything to you? Money really talks to you, huh?"

"As if you wouldn't do the same? OW OW OW OW!" The knee dug even deeper. "Damn, you're strong."

"You're the most confusing man alive. You say you're into me but you don't seem to have a problem turning me in to S.H.I.E.L.D. for a couple bucks." Peter shook his head and chuckled darkly. "Although I'm not surprised. You do this for a living. You don't care for others, you have no remorse."

"You're going to lecure me, aren't you?"

"I'm a vigilante, Wade. I don't report to the authorities of any kind."

"Wow."

"What?"

"You're a freelancer like me."

Peter rolled his eyes under his mask. "Yes, I am."

"Yay! That's another thing we have in common!" Wade cheered.

"My God you're so annoying!" Peter yelled. "I intend to keep my identity a secret."

Wade suddenly thought the himself. Was Peter like him? Was Peter also self-conscious about his looks? Is that why he wore a mask? Wade had thought of what Peter looked like several times. More times than normal. But when was he ever normal?

Peter was thrown off when Wade flipped them over so he was on top, putting his ful weight on the younger boy. Peter writhed under him, the pressure adding more pain to his injuries.

"You amaze me, ya know," Wade said. "You escape S.H.I.E.L.D. in less than ten minutes then took a fall from a hundred feet. And now you try to prove you're somewhat stronger than me. Oh you're cute my Spidey-widey." He rubbed his cheek against his.

Peter tried to push his head away. "Get off, you creep. How the hell do you even find me."

"I was strolling then I saw you fall. I thought 'Ooooh that had to hurt.' Wanted to make sure you're OK, Spidey-widey."

"Stop calling me that."

"You can't tell me what to do!" Wade replied childishly. "Look whose on top!"

For the first time, Peter gave up. He couldn't fight back. There'd be no stopping in their petty fights. It's clear that Deadpool was now part of his life who has no intention of leaving. Peter didn't know why Wade chose him. Chose to bother him, stalk him, follow him, mess with him. He didn't know why.

"Aw you're no fun!" Wade whined. "But I am curious about one thing."

Here it goes.

"And what would that be?"

Wade pulled up Spiderman's mask very slowly.

Peter's eyes widened and struggled to push Wade off of him. "No, stop it, Wade! This isn't funny!" He can't show his face. He can't show it to anyone.

For some reason, Wade only stopped when the mask revealed his lips. Wade completely understood the secret identity thing but he really wanted to see the boy's face. But he chose to spare him. However, he got was staring at the boy's lips. Peter's kissable lips. Wade pulled up his own mask ever so slightly.

"Wade, what are you-?" Peter gasped as Wade pressed his lips against his.

It was an instense feeling that the two never felt before.

Which was saying something because the two have had a fair share of hook-ups.

But it was a very strange feeling. You know that cliche fireworks feeling? It was exactly like that.

Surprisingly, Peter found himself melting into the kiss. He knew he should be made for what Wade has done but at the moment he didn't care. He placed a hand behind Wade's neck to pull him closer, making Wade smile into the kiss.

Everything about it was heated and passionate. There was moaning here and there and the kiss felt like a competition. Their tongues wrestled for dominance, but Wade won. Peter narrowed his eyes and Wade grinned triumphantly.

When Wade pulled away, he poked Peter's rosy cheeks. "Hah. I knew you'd like it."

And boy did he.

"Shut up," Peter grumbled. "Why did you do that?"

"I told you I liked you."

"You have a funny way of showing it. You sold me out, remember?"

"And I gave you the greatest kiss in all of kisses!"

Then Peter kicked the man off of him then entrapped him with his steel-like web. He pulled his mask down. "Don't worry, it'll dissolve in ten minutes. Just enough time for me to get home without you following me."

"Whaaaat? You're gonna leave me with my hard on?" Wade groaned.

"See you later, Wade." Peter swung his way to the Stark Tower.

Huh, first time he's said 'see you later' to Wade instead of a goodbye.

Throughout the way home, Peter thought about the kiss. He quickly changed in his normal clothes and opened the door to his home.

In that instant, Steve and Tony towered over their son with their arms crossed and stern glares.

"Just where in the fuck were you?"

"Language, Tony. Peter, answer the question."

"I took a cab home from work but there was this huge traffic," Peter lied. "I'm sorry I couldn't call. My phone shut off, forgot to charge it."

Steve sighed, "At least you're home safe. We were worried. We thought this had something to do with one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s helicopter going down. Something about a mutant rampage, whatever Fury was yelling about."

Peter frowned inwardly. A rampage? How he wished he could remember every detail of his escape. Had he really made the helicopter go down?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Tony interrupted, "why is there a cut on your lip?"

Peter felt his breath hitch as he struggled with a good lie, "Um, well, when we hit traffic, someone rammed us and I hit my face on the seat in front of me. Yeah," he chuckled nervously, "hell of an impact." He regretted those words when he saw the look of worry in his fathers' faces. "But I'm fine, I swear! Look, I'm still walking." He laughed. He rushed to his room, "Goodnight, love you guys!"

He took a shower, took care of his wounds, then fell on his bed exhausted.

He couldn't fall asleep right away. Not when his mind was on Wade.

Meanwhile, as Deadpool was walking in the direction Spiderman ran off to, trying to find him, he found a pieces of red and blue clothing on the roof with patches of blood. That was a piece of Spiderman's suit. He looked upward to see the Stark Tower Complex blocks away.

Looks like Peter has some explaining to do.