I know I changed perspectives, but it will only be those two perspectives, depending on what Suits the chapter best. Anyways, in case you haven't guessed I don't own marvel or any other company... unfortunately...

I will try to start actually updating stuff more, so beware in case I go insane from knowing that I should be actually doing something other than watching marvel movies and reading other people's fanfictions...

Welp, enough about my odd dabbles and other such oddities. Hope you enjoy. :)

It is easy going whenever I'm hanging out with Deadpool. His place isn't that bad and I'm not forced to train in a torturous method. Not bad if you ask me. It's actually been around a month since I started being a full time helper with Deadpool. To be honest, I couldn't be happier with the outcome.

Aunt May had originally worried for me, but I told her that I was just staying with a friend because... actually, I forgot what bullshit I told her. Either way, it worked. Deadpool is actually a fun guy to be around, but it does get annoying when he asks for chimichangas and tacos every night. That I suppose, is just another aspect of his... screwed up?... personality. I can't help but also think that if Deadpool is screwed up, then I must be too. After all, he's not the only one who kills for money.

My pondering is put to a halt by Deadpool flinging open the door and yelling. "SPIDEY," he calls, "GUESS WHO'S HOME?!" I'm not gonna lie. That broke my ear drums.

"It must be Tigress! I'm SO excited to see you Tigress; after all, you are just my most favorite person ever!" I reply sarcastically.

"Spidey, your words wound me," He gives a mock hurt expression.

"Well, if you don't wan a stupid answer, don't ask a stupid question in the first place!"

"Hmph, and here I thought that you would be interested in..." His voice fades off, he is clearly teasing me.

"Tell me," I demand. At this point, I'm sitting on the couch while Pooly is cleaning his katakanas of the blood of his last victim.

"Fine, but only because you asked soooooo nicely," he gives a mock glare in my direction too.

"Damn it! Just spit it out all ready!"

"Your team is after you. Apparently Fury wants your hide because you took his pride... Oh wait! That rhymed!" He smiles, "But it turns out they want you alive, I can only wonder what they want out of a dirty neko like you."

"What ever you are thinking, stop thinking it," I look at him, I currently don't have my mask on, so he would be able to see my slightly flushed face.

"Don't worry Spidey, I'll let them know that you would only do that kind of thing for me!" Deadpool walks over to the TV room and sits on a different couch.

"And you will also conveniently forget to add that that sort of thing has never occurred before?" I inquire. Really though, Deadpool is a total pervert and would totally say something like that. We actually are just friends. No more, no less. On that note however, I do enjoy a killing spree with my good pal Deady once in a while. It's not like it isn't boring. The adrenaline is fantastic. I can't go during the day though, because of school.

Yes, I still go to school. Wearing a hat is the only way to hide the ears, so I either wear a hat or a hoodie constantly. It is a little awkward around my old team, but they can't get me without revealing who they are. I usually walk with Deadpool immediately after school, as the team knows he could probably take out Fury if offered enough money. So, they don't bother me.

At night though, is when I really thrive. I usually go with Deadpool to do a few missions. That is when the fun begins. Dp and I generally get quite a few big bucks from these 'missions'. It's nice though. Just to take out all days stress with a powerful hit... or if I'm feeling particularly cruel, suffocation.

It's actually right a rare thing right now, to just sit here and talk. It means that we are all caught up with our missions. Most of our days are spent killing, eating, schooling (I know, I know... not how it's used... just go with it), and sleeping.

"So, Spidey, do you have any ideas of how you want to go about dismembering your team?" Deadpool asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I haven't thought it through completely yet, but an idea does come to mind.

"How about my friend, the Green Goblin? I'm sure he's all for killing heroes that annoy him. Seeing that I no longer get in his way, he should be fine with both of us," Deadpool is looks surprised at the idea, but goes with it.

"I'll ask Harry if he wants to hang out tomorrow, then ask him about it," I think for a few more seconds about it. I actually have more time lately to hang out with friends, so I have felt closer to Harry lately. It's amazing what a few extra hours will do to your life.

So with that it's settled. I will officially loose any chance at returning to heroism. I will be an antihero for the rest of my life. Like Deadpool.

For some reason, it doesn't sound so bad... It doesn't bother me at all.