Peter pov

After waking up humiliated from getting stunned by his own lightsaber, things at the temple went back to pretty much normal. Making Peter believe that he'd seen the last of the Sith.

Turns out he was wrong.

Going through some basic exercises with his lightsaber he turns swiftly to make a downward cut when his blade is stopped by a red one.

Eyes widening Peter's looks up, meeting the glowing yellow eyes of Deadpool.

"Missed me?"

Quickly stepping back Peter deflects the Sith's next swipe.

Fight taking them around the room they have to have caused quite the racket because hurried footsteps are soon heard.

Grinning Deadpool suddenly disregards his lightkatanas and grabs the apprentice by the upper arms. Twisting Deadpool spins Peter around and pushes him back.

Falling to the floor Peter looks up disorientated just in time for other apprentices to come rushing in to the room.

Concerned one of them runs up to Peter and kneels down. "What happened?"

"There was a Sith..." Trailing of Peter looks around himself, finding no trace of the Sith.

Frowning the other apprentice follows his eyes. "There's no one here, Peter."

Annoyed the other apprentices frown at him before leaving mumbling among themselves about how Fraidy-Pete probably just got scared of his own shadow.

Closing his eyes at the whisper of the nickname Peter hugs his knees.

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Luckily enough Deadpool unfortunately shows up the next day as well, and this time there's witnesses, proving that Peter isn't insane.

At least until he's backed into the maze like garden at the temple, only to later be found in a fountain soaked but unharmed after fighting a Sith for the second time.

And then the next day for a third time.

Then a forth time.

Fifth time.

Umpteenth time.

Thinking back on the past week Peter groans, feeling annoyed he rolls his tense shoulders.

Sitting cross legged on the floor he's trying to concentrate on the book in his lap but his thoughts keep turning to the Sith.

He's been showing up everyday for over a week now. Fought Peter and then disappeared before backup could come. And at none of these fights have anyone actually been hurt. All that's happened is that the Sith disrupts everything, fights and exchange some banter with him. It's like he doesn't want to hurt Peter, just hang out with him in his own psychotic way.

Wondering about this odd behavior Peter's been asking around and gotten to know his name. But except for that he really doesn't know anything about the other.

Hearing someone enter the room Peter ignores them, continuing to stare down at the book in his lap, waiting for the inevitable interruption to come.

When a red glow enters his field of view he sighs and looks up to meet the Sith's eyes."Hello, Darth Pool."

"Hel- wait? Darth-what?" Grin dropping Deadpool falters in his greeting when he register what the apprentice said.

Confused Peter frown. "Isn't that what you're called?"

"No. It's Deadpool. DEADpool. No space." Pausing Deadpool adds as an after thought. "Or Wade, but no one has called me that in a long time."

Standing Peter tries to not show his disgruntlement over the one thing he thought he knew being wrong. "Well, Deadpool, I'm Peter."

Annoyed at being wrong Peter decides to take a gamble on his theory that Deadpool just want to hang out. Or at least not kill him.

Ignoring the red plasma beams pointing at him Peter causally puts his book away before looking back at Deadpool."Want to go grab lunch with me?"

Taken aback the Sith lowers his lighkatanas, staring confused. "What?"

"I'm been reading for hours and thought I'd go eat now. Want to come with?" Sounding a bit more excited than he really should Peter is eager to see if he's right, and also to have a day's rest from fighting.

Shrugging Deadpool deactivates his lightkatanas and hooks them to his belt. "Sure."

Smiling Peter fist pumps on the inside over being right and also because of food. Now when he actually started to think about it he's starving. "Let's go."

Thoughts so far?

Fraidy-Pete from

Fraidy-cat
Noun.
US, informal. : someone who is very afraid of something. Used mainly by children to taunt a timid or fearful person.
Synonyms: scaredy-cat, faint-of-heart, coward, wimp, sissy, wuss