Spider-Man swung from building to building swiftly as the mercenary cracked inappropriate jokes about him being on his back.
"The internet's probably going crazy right about now, babe", Deadpool said, finding the boy's ear under his mask and biting it.
Spidey rolled his eyes, ignoring the tingling sensation that went down his spine, as he tailed the windowless van full of enemies that were after their asses for some unknown reason. A terrifying thought reached the mind of the hero and his voice cracked as he spoke.
"Wade…", he said, his voice wavering.
"Yes, baby boy?", Deadpool replied as he squeezed Spider-Man's pecks firmly as if they were boobs.
"The guy at the front...he knows your name"
"Oh. Well, a lot of baddies know my name actually. Not really too big of a deal", he shrugged.
"Really? If someone found out my name….well besides you I mean...", Spidey choked. He had experience with enemies figuring out his identity. People he loved were always getting hurt because of him. "They could hurt the people I care about"
"I rarely had people like that, Pete. I have you now though, so I better watch my ass", He said, recalling when he found Peter wounded and took care of him.
"I can take care of myself", Spider-Man said as he swung around a corner, forcing Deadpool to hold on to him tighter.
"I know, baby boy, but you can still get hurt", Deadpool mumbled.
"They're stopping", Spider-Man perched on the corner of a rooftop, careful to stay in the shadows and out of sight.
The armored men filed out of the van with their guns drawn readily as they approached a building. It looked like an old warehouse, but there were snipers at the windows looking alert.
"Deadpool, stay here. I'm going to try and see if I can eavesdrop", Spider-Man whispered as he pulled Deadpool's hands from his waist.
"You're such a sneaky little bug, aren't you?", Deadpool teased as his smile stretched his mask.
"Arachnid, keep watch. I'll need you if these guys see me", Spider-Man said before he leaped off the building and on to another one across from them. Deadpool crossed his arms as his boxes argued whether to obey Spider-Man's wishes or not.
If he wanted to hear anything those guys were saying, Spidey was going to have to take the snipers out first. He leaped onto the warehouse roof with an almost inaudible thump. His limbs all seemed to move at the same time with the same speed and grace as he crawled along the roof. He closed his eyes and focused on the people inside, activating his spider-sense. He could tell that there were three snipers, all set up with their guns at three different windows on the second floor. He snuck into the warehouse through the only window where a sniper wasn't posted and crawled silently on the ceiling.
Over the years, he'd trained himself into the almost perfect undetectable stalker. Spider-Man looked down at his first unsuspecting victim, he'd have to do this silently if he wanted it to work. He rappelled down, shooting the sniper in the face before knocking him out with a hard kick to the head. One down, three to go.
Deadpool rested his head on his palm while he was still thinking about just jumping in and unaliving them, or at least half unaliving them. His thoughts were disrupted when he saw Spidey spring into action through a window, taking down a sniper. He smiled, feeling kind of proud of his spider boy, but Spider-Man was hogging all the fun for himself. Deadpool stood up eagerly, wanting to join the fight.
Spider-Man crawled into the room of the next sniper who was staring intensely out of the window as if he were in a music video or something. He brought himself slowly and quietly back down to the floor as he inched toward the sniper. He tackled him and webbed his mouth with web before punching him to knock him out.
"Sleepy time", Spider-Man whispered and he laid the man's head down onto the ground.
Hearing footsteps down the hall, Spider-Man leaped onto the ceiling without a second thought and tucked himself above the doorway to the room he was in. Spidey's muscles tensed, ready to fight as a tall dark figure came through the doorway. Spidey shot web all over him. Oops.
"Ugh, Spidey, now's not the time to get down and webby", Deadpool said as he looked up to the source of the web, "Woah, you look really creepy up there".
Spider-Man jumped down, helping Deadpool pull off the webbing sticking to his suit. "Did you get the other sniper?", Spidey asked.
"What?", Deadpool asked before a bullet pierced his chest, "Oh".
Spider-Man groaned as he looked over the taller man's shoulder to see a man holding a rifle that was pointed towards them. He used his web the jerk the gun from the guy's hand before he tackled the sniper to the ground and webbed him down. "Kinky", Deadpool whispered behind a smirk. Spidey flipped him the finger as he turned to walk down the hall.
They walked down the stairs cautiously, watching for any signs of moment. The ground floor seemed to just be one big room and they could see the armored men gathering in the room around some guys in suits. Spider-Man recognized one of the well-dressed men as the guy who was at the front of the restaurant they went to.
"The Kingpin's plans are still being foiled by the New York menace. As you should have been informed, rumors have it that Spider-Man is in alliance with Deadpool who we've revealed to be Wade Wilson. Our orders are simple. Track Deadpool down and bring him in, alive", one of the men in suits explained.
"Wilson Fisk. I should've known that guy would have a hand in this", Spider-Man whispered angrily, his knuckles turning white in anger.
"If they know my name, they'll probably try to attack my place", Deadpool whispered, "I gotta save my dress collection!".
Spider-Man leaned behind a wall as he spoke,"You can bring your stuff to my house until this blows over if you want. I'm sure my Aunt wouldn't mind".
"Really?", Deadpool smiled, "Thanks, Petey".
"Think we can take all these guys out?", Spidey whispered pointing to the crowd of armored soldiers.
"Hell yeah", Deadpool said taking on an almost bloodthirsty tone, "No killing...got it".
They arrived back at Wade's jeep a couple hours later covered in bruises and cuts, but nothing bad enough to be concerned about. Wade had taken a bullet to the chest, but it had already completely healed. They laughed and jeered about taking the punks out and about the looks on some of their faces on their way to Wade's apartment. They decided to not surprise Aunt May with Wade's presence and wait until tomorrow before Wade came over with his stuff.
When Peter got home, his Aunt May had prepared a meal of spaghetti and handed Peter a plate when he walked into the kitchen. He smiled and began eating after she had said her prayers.
"How was your day, Peter?", Aunt May asked.
"It was good, Aunt May, but I have a friend who might need my help", Peter frowned.
"What is it?", Aunt May asked, looking worriedly into Peter's eyes.
"I have a friend who's been through a lot and he needs a place to stay for a few days…", Pete asked, looking down.
"It's fine if he stays, Peter", Aunt May said, touching his hand gently.
"Are you sure? I'm sorry to ask so suddenly", Peter looked at her, feeling a little guilty since she didn't know the man.
"Positive. Any friend of yours is welcome in this home, dear", she smiled kindly, squeezing his hand a little.
"Thanks, Aunt May", he said smiling back at her. His Aunt May was always so kind.
The next morning, Peter slipped back into his suit and ducked out the window of his bedroom. There was a feeling of excitement and happiness building up in his stomach that he was trying to hide. He couldn't wait for Wade to stay with him honestly. It wasn't really official, but they had went on a date together.
He slipped into Wade's apartment through his window and saw that almost everything excluding his furniture was packed into boxes. Peter's footsteps creaked along the floorboards as he walked past the couch and peered into Wade's bedroom.
"Wade?", he called out, stopping to listen for anything. His hair stood up on his neck as panic slowly crept up on him.
"Wade?!", he yelled louder, pacing around the apartment and opening the bathroom door violently. Nothing.
"Oh no...Oh shit. Wade. Fuck", he massaged his temples roughly, still pacing around the apartment. He took out his cell phone and called Wade's number to only hear his voicemail saying something about chimichangas. Peter threw his phone at a wall angrily and cupped his head in his hands gripping at his mask. How could he have let this happen?
He walked up to the open window slowly and leaned against it. "Those guys messed with the wrong spider", he said before leaping abruptly out the window, feeling the wind push hard against his body.