Disclaimer: You know the drill. Sophia, Sophia's inner voice, and Ace are mine!

A/N: I know this chapter is long overdue, but I've been busy with things... Okay! You caught me! I was watching 'X-Men Origins: Wolverine' again! Plus I'm super lazy. So there!

Chapter 7: Spider-Man Never Got This Kind Of Treatment

I jolted awake to the sound of someone screaming, "Bea Arthur!" Oh wait, that's Deadpool's voice. Never mind then. I glanced at the stove's built-in clock. It read 9:42. Great. How long have I been here with Deadpool? Two weeks?

Today is your third day.

Oh, well it feels like longer.

Especially since the first day was only a chapter, whereas the second day was five chapters.

What?

Well I guess that's okay, considering Deadpool already had an adventure that day…

What are you talking about?

What? You were listening to me?

Ugh, never mind.

I jumped off my couch, went over to the kitchen, poured myself some cereal, and poured the milk. Oops, I forgot to put it in a bowl. Dang. I heard a mumble from the corner where Ace was sleeping. How did he get everything so clean last night?

Maybe he's a clean freak.

Hmm, that might be useful.

Yes, it might.

I walked over to where Ace was sleeping and tapped him on the shoulder. His eyes fluttered open and he stared at me.

"Sophia, what did you do?" he asked sleepily.

"I forgot to pour my cereal in a bowl," I said.

"How on Earth did you forget that?"

"Um, I don't know. It's nine something in the morning!" I answered back.

He sighed, "Fine. I'll clean it up. Why are you so forgetful? You weren't always this way."

"It might have something to do with the fact that I'm both a mutant and I was injected with that one serum. What was it called? I forgot," I started snapping my fingers to try and jog my memory. I don't think it worked.

It's the Green Goblin serum. It has a scientific name, but I don't know that one.

Oh yeah! Thanks!

You're welcome. It's nice to see some gratitude every once in awhile.

Yes, it is.

Why are we agreeing all of a sudden?

I don't know.

Oh isn't that a surprise. You don't know.

Well I don't! At least I'm not in denial!

Who's in denial?

I don't know!

That sounds familiar.

Stop picking on me!

I'm not picking on you on purpose! The author's making me!

You and your excuses.

I watched as Ace cleaned up the mess I had created and he poured two bowls of cereal. Yes, inside the bowls. He apparently isn't as forgetful as I am with those kinds of things. He put one of the bowls at one spot at the little kitchen table and sat down with the other bowl at another spot. I sat down next to him and gratefully ate my cereal.

After awhile, Deadpool came out of his room, yawned, and said, "Okay you two, we've got a big day ahead of us. So hurry up and finish your cereal!"

I nodded my head and ate my cereal hurriedly. Ace did the same.

Half an hour later, I was dressed in a fresh costume and ready for action. Ace was looking a little lost as he fumbled around in his small suitcase he had brought with him, searching for something to wear. I smiled at him as he finally decided to wear the same thing he wore yesterday, except this time with a black leather jacket. Deadpool looked us up and down and ushered us out of the apartment.

We walked towards the elevator at a leisurely pace. Well, not really. It was kind of fast, but at the same time not in a rush. Does that make sense?

Not really. It's rather confusing.

I wasn't asking you.

Well then who were you asking?

Um, I don't know.

I'm telling you, you have to stop saying that.

Why should I, hmm?

The audience is going to think something of it.

Since when is that a bad thing?

I don't know!

Aha! Now you're echoing me!

Deadpool pushed the little button that called the elevator and waited calmly as the elevator made its way to the eighth floor. From what I've learned about him, this was extremely out of character.

Ya think?

Yes, yes I do.

Oh, well okay then.

The elevator doors pinged open and we stepped inside. The small room was immediately enveloped with the smell of peanut butter and pickles. I covered my nose and turned to Deadpool.

"Please don't tell me we're riding that little red deathtrap again!" I pleaded.

"What's the matter? Don't you like my manly scooter?"

"Well, it isn't exactly 'safe', you know?" I said back to him.

"Hey, it's not my fault Rhino sat on my car! Stupid Rhino," he mumbled under his breath.

Ace held back his laughter, as did I. It was pretty funny that Rhino sat on his car, you have to admit. The elevator doors pinged open on the third floor, revealing a tall man who looked confused.

"I'll take the next one," he said as he stared at our little trio.

"Yeah, you will," Deadpool said to the man and pressed the 'close doors' button. The doors closed again and the elevator descended to the ground floor. The doors pinged again after a few minutes of silence. There was a little crowd in the lobby that cheered as they saw us. What are they cheering about?

Hmm, yeah I'm not sure.

Well that helps.

Doesn't it?

No.

Well then.

The crowd engulfed us with cheers that were so loud I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to hear out of my left ear again.

Sure you will! You just have to think positive!

Since when are you an optimist?

Since this moment in time that probably doesn't matter anyway!

What makes you say that?

I have absolutely no idea!

Why are you so cheery?

I have absolutely no idea!

Ookaay then.

"Oh, Ms. Dyhar! Can I get your autograph?" a random stranger asked me.

"Sorry folks, I don't sign random people's pieces of paper. Ooh, alliteration!" I said to the crowd. A few people stared at me as I pushed my way through the thick conglomeration of citizens (heheh, more alliteration), but I continued on with my quest to get outside. Deadpool grabbed my wrist along with Ace's and pressed the button on his chest. Wait, if he was holding both of our hands, what did he press the button with?

Hmm, it's a mystery.

Are you being sarcastic?

Me? No. You, on the other hand, are a lost cause.

But… aren't we the same person?

Touché.

That doesn't even make any sense!!

It doesn't have to.

Agh!

After what seemed to be ages, but was in fact, only seconds later, we appeared on a Manhattan street, covered in red dust that smelled like pickles and peanut butter. The people on that street also stared at us like the people in the apartment building did. Well, to be more specific, they were staring at me. Me. Yes, me. What the heck is wrong with these people?

Them? Nothing.

Are you being sarcastic again?

I think you just insulted yourself.

How, might I ask?

I don't know the exact terminology, but you just insulted yourself by asking what was wrong with the people clapping for you.

I di- they're clapping for me?

Can't you hear them?

Not really. I'm still deaf in one ear.

Turn around.

I turned around slowly. What I saw both surprised, and shocked me. The entire street was clapping for me.

"Boy, news sure travels fast these days," Deadpool said simply.

Ace looked at the crowd and said,"I'm her brother!" He was immediately swarmed by people begging for his autograph.

"I'm her mentor!" Wade shouted at the crowd. The people ignored him. "Oh, come on! Where's my swarm of fangirls? I've been waiting for them all year!" he started shouting at the sky.

An old lady walked towards me uncertainly. "Excuse me, young miss, can you help me?" she said in a shaky voice. "Mr. Mittens is stuck in that tree over there. Would you mind getting him down for me? It would mean the world to me." She beckoned at a tree that was rustling like something was inside.

"Sure I can," I said to her, because what else do you say to an old lady whose cat named Mr. Mittens was stuck up a tree?

Did you try 'No'?

Now that's just mean!

As you know, Spider-Man never got this kind of response from the people of New York. I guess they like 17 year-old girls better than men of an undeterminable age... Anyways, REVIEW! Chapter 8 will be around soon!