Ah. This chapter.

10. Not such a fantastic Idea

"Seriously? Reed Richards. Mister Fantastic. You can't keep those two names separated?" They landed on a tower with a giant '4' hovering above it.

"Hey, I've got 2 pieces left in my brain that function properly. The killing part, and the keep breathing part." "They don't always work together." They snuck around the roof looking for an opening into the building.

"Have you ever snuck in any where?" Peter whispered.

"Yeah, lots. It's fun. Have you?"

"Nothing like this. Just my room and abandon buildings."

"Yeah- I'm more used to hide outs, secret caves, countries-Look!" Deadpool pointed at a air vent. He shot the corner, and pulled the rest of it off.

"Quiet!" Peter shushed him.

"I'm pretty sure no one heard that." Shrugged him off. Deadpool began to climb in the vent, then he crawled back out.

"Spiders first." He ushered him to the vent. Peter rolled his eyes, while pulling his body down the vent. He stuck to the wall, and began to climb down. He came to the sharp corner and pulled himself out of the way for Wade.

"Come on down," he whispered up," be careful. There isn't enough room for you to screw around."

"We're on a mission, Spidey. Maybe after a few victory drinks. But for now, we need to be serious." Deadpool slid his way down the wall and rubbed his face on Peter's feet.

"Stop. That." He growled.

They crawled down the vent way, looking down the occasional vent opening for a sign of Richards.

"I think my suits riding up my crotch." Deadpool announced as he adjusted himself.

"Shut up! I think I hear him." He quieted him. He watched as two men walked down the hall together.

"I'm just say'n: if Doom didn't have his stupid country to run, he would live in Canada." A blond man whined.

"Why Canada? Why not Russia? Why not Antarctica?" A blond woman shrugged her shoulders.

"It's closer and easier to bug us." They walked past, continuing to chat.

"False alarm. It was just Susan and Johnny." Deadpool didn't reply. "Are you okay back there?" Again, he said nothing. "Are you-?!" He looked back to see Deadpool taking pictures of himself and Spider-Man's ass.

"WADE!" He kicked his chest.

"Owfffff."

"Pay attention!" Peter knew he was blushing under his mask, but was too frustrated to care.

"The best selfies I take are with asses. I mean look!" Deadpool handed up his phone. Peter looked at the numerous photos he took. "Some already have 200 likes!"

"'Selfie with my bae','No Filte-' SERIOUSLY DEADPOOL?!" Peter read the caption under the photo. Deadpool giggled. Peter began to kick his chest over and over.

"Ouch, ooooof, AAHHH, jesus, hsjahahdhdjs," Peter continued to kick him until he heard a screeching sound.

"Wade, shhhh." He stopped moving.

"What! Me shhhhh?!" He began to thrash around, "you were kicking me, I was just showing my fangirls my new booty!" Another loud screech caught his attention. "What was that?" He whispered. Suddenly Peter spider senses went crazy.

"MOVE!" He yelled, as he tried to crawl as fast as he could.

"Huh?" Was the last word Deadpool said before smashing into the ground.

Peter groaned and grabbed his head as he pulled himself up from the rubble.

"You... You okay?" He tried to speak.

"Yeah. I'm fine." Deadpool sat up, "Where are you?" Peter looked over at Wade. His head was resting against his spine. Peter jolted back in shock.

"Is.. Is your... Neck broken?" Deadpool felt for his head.

"Huh. I'll fix it." He picked his head up and balanced it on his shoulders.

"Eww." Pulled away from him.

"What was that?" They heard a voice yell out.

"Ohh- gotta go fast." Deadpool hopped up and picked up Peter over his shoulder.

"WOAH, WOAH, WOAH! Put me down! Wade!" He ran down the hallway blindly.

"Fix my head! I can't see shit!" Peter thrashed on Wades back.

"I would but I can't grab it!" Peter barked. He stopped and tossed Peter around to sit on his shoulders.

"On ward!" He shouted and pointed forward.

"WADE NO!" Peter pushed Deadpool's head up, showing him the wall they were going to crash into. Deadpool ran down the white halls, carrying Peter on his shoulder. Peter had to duck and dodge several times to get out of the path of exit signs and door arches. They heard footsteps racing after them. Peter's heart raced, his lips twitch into a smile. He couldn't help but laugh. He was having so much fun. He would never imagine running down the Fantastic Fours hallways, riding on a mans shoulders while being chased. The whole thing was just so outlandish and funny, he busted out. Deadpool managed to take the laughing idiot on his shoulders into an elevator. The doors shut and he dropped Peter on his ass. He didn't care. He continued to laugh.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?" He put his hands on his hips and shifted his weight to his side. Peter calmed himself enough to look up at Deadpool. Deadpool's neck was still broken; so there stood a sassy, headless body. Peter cracked up again. "One of these days you're going to have to grow up." He scolded.

The elevator halted. The sudden force knocked Deadpool over on Peter. Peter glanced up at Deadpool's neck.

"Wade," Peter laughed, "I can't take you seriously, hahaha, if- you look like that." He picked up his head and placed it on his neck. It sat there for a moment before sliding forward. Peter laughed and picked it up again. He leaned in closer to get it really screwed on. Deadpool noticed how close their faces were.

"Shalalalala- my oh my, looks like the boys too shy, he's gotta kiss the girl." Deadpool pushed his face on Peter's, trying to kiss him. Peter pulled away, and laughed awkwardly. They sat there in silence. Peter bit his lip.

"Wanna try that again?" Deadpool suggested, lifting his eyebrow (even though they're both wearing masks and obviously no one can see it but somehow Deadpool can emote it).

"I ah- I um, ahh?" He pulled his face away from him, trying to hide his blush veiled behind his mask. An evil smirk grew on Wade lips. He helped himself to Peters mask. He lifted it up and lifted his own. He rubbed their cheeks together. Peter gasped at his skin touching his own. Wade let his kiss start from the base of Peter's neck and let it linger towards his mouth. He paused before his lips. Peter could feel his smile on his face. He turned his face slightly to face Wade mouth.

"Oh! Spider-Man!" A booming voice called on the intercom. Peter pushed Deadpool off of him, launching him on elevator doors. "You could have come in from the front door. You gave Johnny and Susan a scare. I'll send you to my floor." The elevator shuddered on. The floor dinged and began to go up. Deadpool stood up and fixed his head. He lent his hand down for Peter. He grabbed it.

"Thanks."

"No problem." He paused, "Ya know we got about 12 more floors before we get to his lab. So, plenty of time to continue that." He wiggled his eyebrows. Peter blew out air, and pulled down his mask.

"Maybe... Later." He patted his back. Deadpool fist pumped.

"It's not a no!"

They reached the 33rd floor. The doors opened. Reed Richard, in his lab coat and fantastic costume, stood in front of them. He smiled gently.

"Hello." He nodded at them.

"Hey guys." Ben stood farther back holding a magazine in his giant hands.

"Hey." Peter sounded and slumped over like a guilty child. "Sorry for... 'Breaking in'. I didn't think you would let us in."

"I would have let you in, Pet- Spider-Man. I would have- him escorted off of the premises." He glared at Deadpool.

"What!?"

"You tried to break into Susan's room and see, and I quote, 'if she can make her clothes invisible.'"

"Oh yeah, I remember now." He laughed. Peter knocked his head off. Reed was slightly surprised at the broken neck.

"Ah, Pe-; Ahem. Spider-Man. Could you come over here for a moment." He reached out for Peter. He stepped closer, and let his arm usher him forward.

"Watch him." He mouthed to Ben, as he pointed to Deadpool (who was trying to grab his head). They walked farther away then Peter was comfortable with. Reed seemed off. He pulled Peter so he couldn't see Deadpool at all.

"Peter, are you in trouble?" He stretched his head to see Deadpool."I saw him on top of you in the elevator." He stretched back and slumped his shoulders to maintain eye contact with Peter. "He's not making you... do things you don't want to do?

"NO! That was his heads fault."

"Humm," he stood tall again," I see." He placed his hands on Peter's shoulders. He gripped him tight. "Are you okay? Peter, if you're too scared to tell anyone that you're in danger-"

"No! I'm not in danger. This is a legitimate team up."

"Team up. Sure." He looked away, "Why did you sneak in here?" He furrowed his brow.

"Deadpool's idea."

"Yeah? Why are you here?" He spoke without enthusiasm.

"Deadpool's... on a mission."

"Yeah?" Reed had even less enthusiasm in his voice, " What's his mission?" Peter opened his mouth to answer, but a commotion down the hall caught his attention. Reed listened too. He sighed. "If Deadpool's trying to kill Ben, I swear-" he trailed off and walked towards the sound. Peter followed behind him. They walked into the next hall where Deadpool sat on Ben's shoulders, trying to stab his back with his swords. Ben tried to grab him, but when he reached for him, Deadpool would move just enough to dodge him.

"Get off you jackass!" Ben reached for him again.

"Hey- you were make'n googly eyes at me. I belong to Spider-Man!" Peter put his hands on his face. Reed stretched his head to whisper in his ear.

"Just say the word and I'll sling shot him off the roof."

"No-" his voice was muffled from his hands," not yet." Peter removed his hands and stood tall. "Deadpool. Get off of him. Please." Deadpool looked back at him. He stole one last jab at the Thing and jumped off of him. Ben growled. Deadpool hopped next to Peter and sheathed his swords.

"Thanks." Peter whispered. Deadpool giggled and grabbed his hand. Peter covered his face again.

"The slingshot is still an option." Reed whispered as he walked passed them.

The four of them walked into Reed's lab. Ben kept a close eye on Deadpool, and Deadpool kept a firm hold on Peter's hand. Reed stopped in the middle of the large laboratory.

"Alright. What's your 'mission', Deadpool?"

"I had to retrieve information from a bunch of baddies. And you have the second to last peice." Reed gave him a harsh look.

"Who's paying for your service?"

"SHIELD."

"SHIELD? Did they say anything else about this- 'information'?"

"If I get it; I get money." Reed sighed.

"As much as I would like to kick you out and have Johnathan set you on fire,"

"And I'd beat you to a fine cream," Ben added.

"I'll give you this since you're Pet- Spider-Man's 'friend'." He turned back slightly and let his hand stretch back to his desk. He shuffled around for a second then pulled out a large hard drive. Peter could see Deadpool's eyes zeroing in on it."I was sent a package a few weeks ago with this in it. When I looked into it, there was nothing. Just one file that was empty. I'm sure they would find something I couldn't." His hand returned to him and pushed the hard drive to Deadpool. Deadpool took it gratefully. Peter sighed in relief.

"Great. Let's go to SHIELD and turn in what you have." He suggested.

"Yeah. Umm, about that," he suddenly let his hand go and jumped away from the three, "I was really helping TaskMaster."

"WHAT?!" Peter shouted.

"I knew it." Reed uttered.

"Wait- Wade! But you said-"

"Yeah, sorry baby. After Tasky found out what I was doing for SHIELD, he offered me a million more than what they were willing to pay."

"Ben-" Reed looked at him. He nodded and ran towards him. Deadpool leaped up over him as he passed.

"Leapfrog!" He shouted. Peter couldn't move. He was too shocked. Reed stretched out and wrapped around him like a snake wrapping around its victim. He squeezed.

"Looks like I'm in a tight bind." He laughed.

"Peter- over by my stationary. There's a device that admits a gas that will knock him out! Grab it." Peter looked back at his desk.

"Spidey! Don't do that! Think about the baby!"

"Baby!?" Reed loss ended his grip slightly. Deadpool pulled his right hand up before he tightened again. Deadpool beat him with his free hand.

"Stop that!" Reed squeezed tighter.

"Hsjahahdhdjs!" He continued to beat him, even though he was pretty sure his eyes popped out. Peter ran back and grabbed a sphere ball looking thing labeled 'TEST MIXTURE'.

"Test?" Peter whimpered.

"I think this mix will do it. Or his head will blow up. Either way we'll get rid of the body." Reed assured him. Peter ran forward and readied to release the gas. Deadpool looked at him. He looked at Deadpool. He put it closer to his face. He loosened for a moment.

"Reed are you-" Deadpool interrupted him by grabbing the ball. He turned and released the gas in Reed's face. His eyes went blank and empty. His body loosened and fell to the floor.

"Deadpool!" Ben yelled. He ran at him again. He leapfrogged him again. Ben crashed into Peter, and body slammed him into the wall.

"Oh sorry." Ben picked him up.

"No- problem." Ben turned his face to Deadpool, but Deadpool was already inches away.

"Nighty, night." He sang as he gassed him. His giant body swayed before crashing into the ground. Peter stared at him.

"What? Are you mad at me?" Deadpool whimpered.

"Mad!?" He shouted, "I can't even make up words to tell you how pissed I am! You lied to me!"

"I didn't tell you the second part. That's not lying."

"You're not telling me the truth!" He punched his chest, sending him stumbling back.

"Ow. You owe me an apology." Deadpool's voice sounded more gruff.

"An- an APOLOGY!? Are you kidding me! You made me look like a idiot in front of Mister Fantastic!"

"You didn't need help with the idiot part." Deadpool joked. Peter was stunned at him.

"Wade! I'm serious! What if it's codes to destroy the world?!"

"Why would SHIELD want them then? Huh? Ever think of that?"

"So no one who would use them as a weapon! SHIELD could prevent them to getting in the wrong hands." Peter threw his arms up.

"Ohhhhhh. But what if they-"

"No 'what ifs' Wade! This could be really important."

"But money is important."

"Wade!" Peter walked up to him, " I know you're a good guy! Don't just act on rewards." He put his fists on his chest. "Wade. Give me the hard drive. We'll wake them up, say sorry, and send this to SHIELD. The end."

"And a kiss at sunset?"

"Wade." Peter said breathlessly.

"Alright." He sighed. "I'll call up Tasky and tell him the bad news." He handed Peter the hard drive. He exhaled.

"Thank you." Deadpool pulled out his phone and dialed in a number. Peter walked over to Reed passes out body. He pulled his stretched out torso and legs together into a long straight line.

"Spidey-" Deadpool called him, "he's offering 3 million now."

"Say no." He fixed his arms. Then his head.

"Spidey!" He whined,"4 million. Help meeeeee."

"You can do it Wade." Peter cheered him on.

"What?!" He shouted, "really?" Peter looked back at him. Deadpool looked over his shoulder at Peter. He tucked his phone away.

"Alright Spidey," He walked to him, "lets go."

"We're waiting for Reed and The Thing to walk up so you can say sorry."

"Spidey, 7 mil."

"Wade." Peter backed up as he came closer.

"Baby, I need that hard drive."

"No! Wade, think about this!" Peter hid the drive behind his back.

"Night Petey." Deadpool jumped forward with the mix ready to shoot. Peter launched above him and webbed the a hard drive to the ceiling.

"Aww," Deadpool stumbled back,"that's not fair. I'm going to have to punish you later." He winked at him.

"Wade." He twisted back at Deadpool and shot his webs at his chest. He ripped the web off. He continued to jump toward him. Peter leaped over him and webbed so his arms were stuck to his sides.

"Wade think about it!" He webbed his feet to the ground. He fell over on his face. He struggled back and forth, wiggling his arms trying to get free. Peter stood over him, glaring down at him.

"Are we gonna do this? Because I've always imagined you would be the one tied up." Peter kicked his foot.

"Wade. Please. I know you're a good guy." Peter said hopefully. Deadpool pouted his lip for a moment then slammed his face in the ground.

"Why must I take the moral high ground with you?" He mumbled into the floor. Peter smiled. He started to pull the webs off. When he freed his arms, he helped pull the webs off his legs. Their hands brushed each other lightly. Peter grabbed his hand. He looked at Deadpool in the eyes.

"It's hard being the good guy, but I think you can make it." A smile crept up on his lips. Peter helped him sit up. They sat on the floor. "I'm sorry for embarrassing you Pet." Deadpool caressed his jaw. Peter put his hand on his. He leaned in closer and kissed him on his cheek. He pulled back and looked at Wade. He didn't say anything. He almost seemed shocked. Peter looked at him for a while more. He started to pull up his mask. His bare mouth smiled at Wade. Peter then rolled up Wade's mask. Peter held Wade's face in his hands and pulled his face closer to his own. He tilted his head slightly and shut his eyes.

"Oh, Spidey, I really wish we could finish-" a sudden spray sound hit him with a wet mint smell. Peters head became limp. He fell on Deadpool and couldn't move. His eyelids were too heavy. Deadpool laid him down and pulled down his mask. "But I got some business to get to." He dropped the gas and pulled out his gun. He aimed for the web holding the drive to the ceiling. The bang scared Peter, but his body was so tired he couldn't react. The last blurry image he saw was Deadpool walking over him with the hard drive in his hand.

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