Wade's pov, he next day - patrolling.
Hanging over the side of the roof Wade whines. "You know it's really hard to help without my katanas and guns."
||And brain.||
"If you can come up with a way to help without k-wording, maiming or getting in the way, I'm all ears." Looking over the streets Spider-man doesn't seem concerned in the least.
Pouting Wade is just about to start whining again when he gets an idea. "Tranquilizers!"
Raising an eyebrow Spider-man looks back at Deadpool. "Tranquilizers?"
Nodding vigorously Deadpool grins. "And tasers!"
Looking at him expectantly Spider-man makes a swooping go-on gesture with his hand. "Elaborate."
[They're like big human bug zappers!]
Bouncing in excitement Deadpool grins. "I've got tranquilizer guns and tasers! Can I use them?"
Vibrating in anticipation Deadpool waits for Spider-man's judgment. Please say yes. Please!
||Yes. Please let us use the 'human bug zappers'.||
[Do you think he took offense?]
||Probably.||
[I'm sorry, Spidey. ;n;]
Sighing Spider-man finally seem to make up his mind. "Sure."
Arms shooting up in happiness Deadpool jumps calling out a happy, "Yay!"
Dropping his hands down he pats at his pockets only to freeze. "Uh-oh."
"What do you mean 'Uh-oh'?
Shrugging Deadpool smiles sheepishly. "I seem to have left my tranq-guns and tasers at home. Whoops. But it's not that far. We can just stop by my apartment and then we'll be off patrolling. Promise"
-..-..-..
Gesturing around the messy apartment Deadpool grins at Spider-man. "Welcome to my humble abode."
Looking around the place Spider-man's gaze stops at something behind Deadpool. "You know there's cheaper things you can use as target practice."
Turning Deadpool looks for what Spider-man is referring to and sees his old laptop. "Oh, that. When I first got here there was this absolute d-bag that wouldn't stop bugging me with a job involving some dignitary's kid. So I shot the laptop."
Stepping closer to the executed laptop Spider-man looks from it to Deadpool. "You didn't need to shot it."
Shrugging Deadpool moves further into the apartment. "Well I figured if it works with boxes it might work with laptops."
||I take offense to that.||
[Me too.]
"You could have simply turned it off or ignored the messages."
"True. But that doesn't work with boxes." Walking up to a pile of miscellaneous items Deadpool starts to rummage through it.
"We're not- Never mind." With a sigh Spider-man seems to give up on the conversation and starts to curiously look around.
Rummaging around the pile Deadpool finds a normal gun but no tranq. Turning he's just about to throw it off to the side when he sees Spider-man pick something up. Squinting at it Deadpool notices that it's the rose he got from Peter.
Quickly hurrying over Deadpool takes the rose away from Spider-man with his free hand. "Careful."
Twirling the flower in his hand Deadpool looks down at it adoringly. "Isn't it beautiful. My lovely Peter made it."
Smiling he briefly glances up at Spider-man. "Maybe if we three ever get together he can show you how to make one and you him a swan." ||Peter already knows how to make swans.||
Freezing he stops twirling the rose. "What?"
||When you were busy swooning, staring at the paper flower he said and I quote: "I used to make swans for when my aunt and uncle had guests to dinner."||
"No." Slowly turning his face up Deadpool looks at Spider-man who's staring at the paper flower in abject horror.
"You're..."
Whipping his head up at the words Spider-man quickly starts to back away. "I- I have to go."
"It can't be..." Looking back down at the flower Deadpool slowly starts to piece everything together.
The bruises. The bruises was from crime fighting. This is why I never saw Peter while we patrolled. Peter is Spider-man.
[Haha. You got tricked by Spidey.]
Clenching his hand Deadpool watches the paper crumble up.
Swallowing he looks down at the gun in his other hand. Lifting it he points the gun at the clawing pain filling in his chest.
…. sorry for the cliff hanger thing... and, ehh... sorry...