Peter's POV

This new suit is amazing! It doesn't hinder me at all. In fact, it seems to be boosting my powers. I'm not sure if it's the visor in the helmet or my Grimm eyes, but swinging through the mountains is no problem at night for me. I can see perfectly.

Tony told me that he is Iron Man and he needs m help investigating something. There is an unregistered government facility hidden in the mountains that he wants me to check out while he investigates the monster sightings in the forest. At first. Thought the monster was a Grimm, but Tony informed me that there were no Grimm in the areas the monster was sighted.

Finding an unregistered hidden facility may end up being a challenge. Or maybe not, because I'm being shot at. I swing in towards the shooters and land on one, disarming the others with my webs.

"You know, the idea of a hidden facility is kind of negated if you shoot at everything that moves." I tell them.

Two of the remaining shooters charge at me, big mistake. I take care of them easily with a split kick while the others do what is normally the smart move and go for their guns. I of course beat them to it and grab the guns with my webs and fling them over the edge of the cliff. I flip over to one of the shooters and catch him with an axe kick. Then I drive my elbows into the guts of the guys coming at me from behind. Only one left. I look at him and gesture for him to make a move. He does the only smart thing and retreats. This, however, gives me the perfect opportunity to get into the facility. I use a web slingshot to shoot myself through the open doorway before it closes and I clothesline two soldiers before stopping in the wall. The soldiers and scientists can only stare in awe as I scurry along the wall, going deeper into the facility. I go from the wall to the ceiling as I enter the security room. When I reach the middle of the room, I lower myself on a web line and dangle behind the security guard in the chair. I think I'm gonna have some fun with this one.

"Any sign of the intruder," I say in a gruff voice.

"Not yet," the guard responds, not taking his eyes off the screens, "it's like he disappeared."

"That wall crawlin' creep don't look so tough. I bet you could take 'im."

"Yeah, I bet I could."

"Go for it. I'll take over in here."

"Yeah," the guy turns around and sees that it's me, "oh shi-"

I silence him with a headbutt and he collapses back into the chair. I drop to the floor and approach the console. Let's see what they're trying so hard to hide. I search through the database and find that there's only one thing here to protect. Something called Subject 23 in the holding cells. I leave the security room as soon as I find the exact location and pry open the doors of a nearby elevator shaft. I jump down the shaft burst through the doors on sub-level ten. The only security here is a guy in a red and black costume. He has swords in his hands.

"Introducing," he says in a commentator like voice, "for the first time in the RWBY universe. It's the sensational, the deadly, the incredibly handsome, and completely aware that I'm in a fanfic. You know me. You love me. It's the one and only, unless you read Deadpool Corps, Deadpool!"

What the hell is this guy?

"So you're the RWBY version of Spider-Man? Kinda milking the whole spider thing aren't you? Well I like it. And I like your costume too. The helmet gives off this Power Rangers vibe. Very nice."

I advance slowly, keeping my guard up.

"Alright, so you're here for the girl and Iron Man is looking for her daddy. I'm gonna fight you, but since this is your story, somehow you're going to win. The readers will go crazy. Shippers might make fan art of us, even though it's obvious you're going to be with Ruby, I mean come on, she's the only person you can be with at this point. The girl you're here for is going to see you as a brother, you friendzoned Mary Jane, and the author hasn't even figured out who else is going to be in the story yet. By that way-"

I uppercut him and send him flying across the room. He hits the wall face first.

"I guess there is such a thing as talking too much," he groans, "next time Spidey. Next time."

I rip open every door until I find subject 23. She's a girl, no older than seventeen. She looks at me with both fear and rage. I offer my hand.

"It's OK. I'm here to get you out."

She looks me over, considering me, and takes my hand. Getting out is easy since no one wants to face me. When we get out, I grab her and start swinging back to the city. I'll let her stay with me until Tony and I can find a place for her.

Bet none of you saw Deadpool coming.