Spider-Man was swinging through the night, as he passed by building after building. He had had a pretty decent day. He had trained a little, he caught up with the Fantastic Four, and he had finished all of his homework at school! It was still a little hard not talking to Harry, but hopefully cooler heads would prevail. Overall, not a bad day.

Suddenly, his spider-sense went off. Guess he jinxed it.

A bullet went through the web his was swinging on, cutting it in half. Peter looked up in panic, as he started to fall to the ground, arms flaying around. He screamed in terror, as he landed back first onto a parked taxi, denting the roof of the car.

"Ugh..." he moaned, as the web head slowly slide off the taxi, landing on the road. Several cars stopped at the sight of him in the road, while multiple civilians stopped to gape at the hurt hero. "Owie," Peter complained, as he slowly got back up to his feet, as he cracked his back. He flinched at the popping sound it made. "Ok, that was my spine. Not great. Ow."

Peter straightened out, as he looked around, trying to see who had shot at him. "Ok, who do I know who's a fan of guns. Punisher? Nah, he only goes after criminals. Then again, Faker-Man is still out there. Aw crap, please don't be the Punisher."

"Don't worry!" A voice rang out. "It's not the Punisher."

Spider-Man turned around, to see Deadpool staring at him, duel pistols drawn. Peter noticed the weapons that were strapped onto the guy, with what looked like automatic machine guns, katanas, grenades, and pouches of mystery items. What really stuck out to Peter though, was the suit itself.

"Seriously?" Spidey asked. "Another copycat? Come on, you couldn't come up with an original design?"

Deadpool blinked at him. "Wha-copycat? Kid, I was totally rocking this costume first. If anything, you copied me!"

Spider-Man put his hands to his chest in mock indignation. "Me, copy you? I don't even know you, dude! You're just some random guy in a ninja version of my costume!"

"This is NOT your costume!" He yelled, thoroughly annoyed. "I don't copy anyone! I'll let you know that I had this costume since the 90's! That's right! The 90's! Were you even alive during the 90's?! See, you just made me mad! I am soooo going to enjoy killing you!"

Peter's spider sense blared, making him jumped out of the way as Deadpool opened fire. The bystanders around them screamed in fear, running away from the scene, as Spidey flipped through the air, nimbly dodging all the bullets, before landing on a nearby wall.

"Oh, BTW, my name's Deadpool," the Merc with a Mouth waved, guns in hand. "Or Major Awesome McSwedeBalls. I'd prefer that one." Wade then paused, as if he was considering something, looking away from the wall crawler. "He doesn't need to know that!"

Peter raised an eyebrow under his mask. "Uh, who are you talking to?"

Deadpool looked back at him. "Oh, right. You can't see the yellow boxes. Oh well," he said, as he opened fire yet again at Spider-Man, who jumped out of the way, landing on all fours on the street.

"Great, another New Yorker who's Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs," Peter deadpanned, not liking this guy at all.

"I'm more of a Trix man myself," Deadpool quipped, as Spider-Man pounced at him. Wade was able to roll out of the way, as he drew his two katanas. "Also, I'm Canadian, but trust me, I wish I could pull off being a New Yorker. I'm just not that into hating Chicago and loving the Yankees."

"The Yankees are overrated," Peter joked, as Deadpool swiped at him with the twin swords, not being able to get a good hit.

"Stand still!" Wade pleaded. "I'll be your best friend!"

"That isn't a good deal!" Peter said, as he found an oppourtunity, and threw a big haymaker right to Wade's jaw, knocking him away a few feet, making him let go of his katanas. One of them spun through the air, before it pierced itself through Deadpool's chest, pinning him to the ground.

"ACK!" Deadpool groaned, as he looked up. "Well, that blows."

"Oh my God!" Peter cried, as he hopped right next to Wade. "I-I didn't mean..."

"Is this how the mighty fall?" The Merc with a Mouth dramatically asked himself. "Cursed by one's own pride? Soft, doth yonder window breaks, tis the east, and I think it stabbed my heart."

"Stop talking!" Spider-Man pleaded, freaking out. "Just stay still, I'm going to get some help."

"No!" Wade called. "No, just...be here. I don't want to...die alone..."

Peter was hesitant, but he stayed, as he wasn't sure if there was anything he could do.

"I appreaciate the thought," Deadpool told him, weakly. "But, there just isn't enough time...before the next episode of The Voice starts."

Peter raised an eyebrow, before Deadpool pulled out a pistol, and tried to shoot him with it, only missing by a hair as Spidey flipped out of the way.

"Seriously, have you seen that show?!" Deadpool asked, as he pulled the sword out of his chest with a little struggle, before hopping back to his feet. The katana dripped blood onto the pavement, as the chest wound started to close up. "That's what I call can't miss television!"

"OH COME ON!" Peter yelled, frustrated. "You have healing powers too? Should I call Wolverine, tell him someone's ripping off his gimmick?"

Deadpool gasped. "You know Wolverine too? Can you tell him Wade says hi! Also, tell him to stop stabbing me in the face every time he sees me."

"Sorry, what was that?" Peter asked, as he started swinging away from the mercenary. "I couldn't hear you!"

"I said, could you please tell him-!" Deadpool asked, louder, before realization hit him. "You little shit," he cursed, as he ran down the road after the hero. He quickly figured out that he wouldn't be able to follow the web slinger on foot, so he looked around, before finding a man behind the wheel of a pizza delivery truck. "Hi!" He greeted the man. "You know that game GTA?" He asked, as he pointed a pistol right at the driver. "This is kind of like that."

Peter went as fast as he could, as he tried to lead the nutcase after him. The man is obviously deranged and dangerous. He needs to get him away from as many people as possible.

"Status."

Wilson Fisk sat high in his office, as he looked outside the window of his tower. His right-hand man, the Rose, swiped through his tablet, reading the information he was getting.

"Wilson has engaged Spider-Man," Rose stated, matter-of-factly.

"Remind me, Rose, what is that lunatic's kill rate?" Fisk calmly asked.

Rose shifted through the data on his tablet. "He has 530 confirmed kills under his belt, and a success rate of 100%. When he is motivated, nothing can stop him from completing his job."

Kinpin gave an evil smirk. "Great. Our pest shall finally be dealt with. Now, tell me about the Devil..."

Peter moved quickly above the streets, swinging from web to web as fast as possible. Meanwhile, below him, was Deadpool, mask rolled up, driving against the traffic as he ate some pizza he found in the delivery truck.

"Mmmm...pepperoni," Deadpool muttered to himself, as he tried to carefully place the slice in his mouth, the cheese threatening to fall off.

Peter couldn't help but ask himself a million different questions. Who was this guy? Did someone send him? Why was he trying to kill him? He hadn't done anything to this guy...he thinks...

"Spidey!" Deadpool called from the truck, his head sticking out of the window. "Come on! I wanna kill you, you want me to kill you-"

"I do NOT want you to kill me."

"Then why did you put a giant spider on your chest AND your back!? Those are like, perfect bullseyes! Bulleyes? Bullsyesyesyes."

"God, please tell me I'm not this annoying," Peter mumbled to himself, as he noticed Wade threw a knife right at him. "Ah!" He gasped, as it barely grazed his shoulder, and cut the web Spidey was on. He fell right on top of the hood of the truck Deadpool was driving, sticking on as the Merc with a Mouth began swerving, trying to run him down with the truck.

"What do we do with a drunken sailor what do we do with a drunken sailor what do we do with a drunken sailor EARLY IN DA MORNIN'!?" Deadpool sang, as he dangerously swerved along the road, barely missing the cars surrounding him. "Why aren't you falling off?"

"Uh, I got stick'em powers," Peter quipped. "Because I'm, ya know, Spider-Man."

"Oh, right," Deadpool curtly stated. "I forgot about that. Silly me, I'm not quite sure where my head is right now. Although I'm pretty sure my head's going to be through this windshield in about three seconds."

Spidey looked at him in confusion, before his spider sense went off. He looked behind him, to see the window to the local shopping mall coming up to them fast. "Aw man..."

The truck crashed through the window, making Spider-Man fall off the hood, and making Deadpool fly through the windshield. "WEEEEEE!" He yelled, before he hit a wall, hard with a splat. He stuck there for a few moments, before sliding to the ground, a slight trail of blood marking the wall as he did so.

Peter rolled on the ground for a few moments, the tile floors cracking slightly underneath him. "Ugh, someone needs to get their license revoked..." he woozily muttered, as he looked up, to see a bunch of shoppers around the spacious mall, some poking their heads out of stores, others looking up from their phones, and a few eating churros. All of them were looking right at him.

"So much for getting the innocents out of the way," Peter complained, as he rubbed his head with his hand. "Ugh..."

Steve Rodgers was sitting in the lab of Tony Stark. In a rare moment where he was all by himself, and an even rarer moment where Tony didn't have the room occupied, Steve decided that it was time to talk to his contact.

He sat in front of Tony's computer, and with a few key button presses, made a call to his friend and teammate.

"Cap?" Sam Wilson, the Falcon, answered, his face appearing on the screen.

"Hello, Sam," Steve greeted, keeping his voice down. "How is everything?"

"I just got word about Coney Island," Sam quickly said. "Is everyone ok?"

"Everyone's fine," Steve told him. "No one was seriously hurt, and we quickly took down Sandman."

"Good. I'm sorry I wasn't-"

"Sam, it's ok," Steve reassured. "I sent you out on your own mission. Do you have any leads?"

Sam closed his eyes, before shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Steve. He was definitely in Germany, but...he just vanished."

Steve sighed deeply, not happy with the news. "Dammit..." he said to himself, disappointed.

"Steve, we...have you ever considered that maybe it's for the best? We don't even know if he's still in there."

"You didn't see him last time," Steve told him. "He was confused, but he was himself. He needs our help, and I refuse to let him down. Please Sam, I know I'm asking for a lot, but..."

Sam looked at him silently for a few moments, knowing what his friend must be going through. "I'll keep looking Steve."

The American hero simply smiled. "Thank you."

Sam nodded, before signing off, leaving Captain America by himself, lost in thought, and lost in sorrow.

"Will you knock it off!?"

Peter kept jumping away from Deadpool, as the Regenerating Degenerate kept slashing away at him, trying to hit him. Deadpool was getting frustrated at not being able to get a solid hit on the kid. The two kept fighting around the mall, as the shoppers inside were doing their best to stay out of the way.

"I can't kill you if you keep jumping around like that!" The Merc complained. "And I really just want to get paid! I'm getting sick of eating nothing but Pizza Rolls. I wanna buy Hot Pockets!"

"Who hired you?" Spider-Man asked, getting frustrated at the chatterbox killer. "That's assuming you're not crazy enough to imagine someone telling you to do this."

"Not this time...I think," Wade stated, before Peter ducked under a swipe of his blade, and kicked him hard in the gut. The Web head then followed up with a hard uppercut, the chatter box's jaw becoming unhinged from the strike.

Peter shook his hand a bit, waving off the sting of the punch. "Had enough?" He asked.

"You 'roke mah jaw!" Deadpool whined, having a hard time pronouncing his words with his jaw hanging by a thread under his mask.

"And still you talk," Peter deadpanned, before he shot a web at Deadpool's chest, connecting before he threw the mercenary through a store front, knocking over a few mannequins in the process. Peter waited for a few moments for Deadpool to come out of the pile of broken objects, but it never happened.

With a sigh, Peter figured out that Wade must of disappeared inside the store. He quickly hopped in through the busted up window Deadpool made, and started searching. It was a clothing store, with sweaters, pants, and shirts on multiple racks and shelves. Peter looked around, making a mental note of how expensive the items were. He definitely wasn't going to be shopping here anytime soon.

"Yoohoo!" Wade called, making Peter turn to his right defensively. However, when Peter laid eyes on him, he could barely register what he was seeing.

Deadpool, super deadly and efficient mercenary, able to kill anyone he feels like, is standing before Spider-Man...in a pink dress.

"Be honest," Deadpool said. "Pink is totally my color."

"I...just...what?" Peter stammered, completely confused. He was so bewildered that he couldn't react to Deadpool throwing a roundhouse kick at him. It connected to his head, knocking him for a loop, as Deadpool peppered him with a few blows to the chest.

Peter, using his spider sense, was able to eventually dodge the attacks, and punched his opponent multiple times in the face.

"Ow! Ah! Mommy! Bea Arthur! AGH!" Deadpool groaned after each hit, before Peter grabbed a nearby clothes rack, and beamed the Merc with a Mouth over the head with it. Peter then used it like a baseball bat, knocking Deadpool away, before he quickly backflipped out of the store. "See ya loser!"

"I'm sorry," Peter said, quickly following the man, "who was just smacking the taste out of your mouth?"

"Now I know that's not true, because I can taste the blood!" Deadpool mocked. "So joke's on you!"

Peter rolled his eyes, before jumping straight towards Deadpool, who quickly fell to his back to push him away with his legs. Peter flipped in the air, before landing on the top of the fountain in the mall lobby.

"Look, Spidey, I'm not going to lie, you're a lot tougher than I thought you are," Deadpool said, breathing heavily as he ripped off his dress, revealing his bodysuit underneath. "And-jeez-and I think I need like a, five minute break or something. Please just, like chill out up there for a moment."

Peter was flabbergasted. "You've got to be kidding me..."

"Does anybody know where the nearest Orange Juliest is? Do they even still have those?" He asked the surrounding patrons, as he wandered into a nearby store.

"Oh come on!" Spidey exclaimed, jumping off the fountain and running in after him. "There's no timeouts in superpower fights! That's just unprofession-"

He was cut off as Wade hit him in the face with a guitar, making Peter flip out of the store, rubbing his face in pain. "Turns out that was a music shop," Deadpool explained. "Ok, back to the fighting!" He said, as he pulled out a couple of incendiary grenades, and threw them at the teenager.

Peter looked up in panic, as he quickly jumped over them. The grenades bounced a few more feet behind him, stopping at the door to a video game store. Peter's eyes widened as the grenades exploded, causing the entrance way to get completely destroyed, and a fire to spread around the outside. There was no way in or out, trapping the shoppers inside.

"Oops..." Deadpool sheepishly muttered, not expecting that to happen at all.

Spider-Man turned towards him in spite. "You idiot!" He yelled. "You just trapped a bunch of people inside a makeshift BBQ!"

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Deadpool said, before Spidey hopped over to the store, trying to figure out a way inside. Seeing no other option, Peter grabbed the burning pieces of wood that covered the door, and lifted them above his head, searing his hands in the process.

"AH!" He yelped, as the flames licked his hands. "Hurry!" He told the stunned people inside. After a moment of gawking at him, a few of them ran out, as others tried to follow. However, a piece of the ceiling inside broke off, and was quickly falling over a few kids. "No!" He cried, as he quickly took on hand off the pile of wood he was carrying, to web up the debris away from the children.

However, when he took his hand off the burning wood, it shifted enough to have more steel and iron fall on top of Peter, knocking him down to the ground, and blocking the entranceway again. Now actually on fire, Spidey struggled to push himself up from the ground, carrying the weight on his back. With some effort, he was able to get his hands back on the debris, and pushed it back over his head. "GET OUT OF THERE!" He screamed at the people, in agony, as the rest of the trapped civilians quickly ran out.

Peter then fell backwards, dropping the steel, iron, and wood, and quickly rolling along the ground, putting the fire out on his now singed costume. He laid back for a few moments, trying to catch his breath, when he looked up, to see Deadpool looking down at him, blankly.

"Are we going to keep fighting now?" Spider-Man asked, not really happy about the situation.

"You...you didn't even hesitate," Deadpool said, in awe.

"What?"

"I messed up, and you...you didn't care about your own safety, you just saw that people were in trouble, and you helped them..."

Spidey slowly got back to his feet, as he stood face to face with the mercenary. "Well, I mean, that's what heroes do."

"No," Deadpool dismissed. "Not all of them. But that's what you do."

Spider-Man stared at him with wide lenses, not quite sure what was about to happen.

"I'm done here," Deadpool said, as he started to walk away. "I'm sorry about almost turning a bunch of people in charcoal, but hey, what're you going to do."

"Whosawha!?" Peter exclaimed, completely taken by surprise.

"I can't kill a hero like you!" Wade explained. "People need you, for when bad people make a mess." He looked at his feet for a second. "People like me. Maybe I've been going about this the wrong way." He then looked up at the young hero. "I'm going to try and figure things out, see if maybe I can actually do some good."

Peter was stunned, as Wade started to walk away from him. "OH!" Deadpool exclaimed. "Almost forgot, Kingpin was the guy who hired me. You know, crime boss, white suits, tubby. That guy. See ya!"

"Kingpin?" Spider-Man asked himself, as Deadpool walked away from view, gone. Peter scratched his head, confused. "That...was weird..." he said to himself. "I mean, seriously...what the hell just happened?"

"Sir?"

Kingpin tensed up, as he knew that tone of voice from his right hand man. "What happened?" He asked, gritting his teeth.

"It's Wilson, sir," Rose explained. "He's abandoned his mission."

Fisk rubbed his temples for a few moments, before he slammed his fist in anger on the desk, leaving a large crack. "Dammit!" He cursed, before he took a deep sigh. "Very well, I suppose it's back to the drawing board."

"Yes sir," Rose said, as he made his way out of the room, leaving the crime boss alone.

"Spider-Man..." he said to himself, fuming. "You better enjoy your life, because it's about to become a lot shorter."