Sorry for the late update! I know I told some of the people who reviewed this story that I would be posting two chapters each weekend, but that isn't going to work out, and I am deeply sorry! I would be in way over my head doing that, especially if I had writer's block! Also- if you want to check up on the updates on how this fic is going, I might just be posting about it every now and then on Tumblr in this tag: The Boy With the Attractive Face

I would so totally just link it, but my computer is being funny and it won't let me _

One last thing! Italic thoughts is the yellow box thinking, bold thoughts is the white box thinking. :3

OKAY I LIED THIS IS THE LAST THING! I imagine these two as Ryan and Andrew, if you haven't noticed...if you don't like imagining those two yet still like this story, great! If you don't like imagining them, and you don't like this story either, um...

Enjoy~

Wade was given an easy job, which is a little unusual, but the merc was getting paid a lot of money so he couldn't really complain. Leaving Spider-Man on the roof wasn't ideal to Wade, either, but he didn't want to bother the guy too much! Last time he did that, his head was on the other side of the room…not that Spidey would do that, but Wade didn't want to spoil yet another good thing that has happened to him.

"Hey guys, do you think something happened up there?" Wade mumbled as he made his way down the hallway to his shit apartment, scratching his head with one hand and slinging a gigantic bag of tacos that was nowhere near empty in the other. He will have to work on that later.

'Oh yeah, Spidey totally has the hots for us!'

'He was acting strange, but the boy is pretty young and unpredictable, so we shouldn't assume anything.'

Wade frowned, kicking a stack of newspapers that was sitting by someone else's door. The papers, of course, flew everywhere, but the merc could care less. Finding his apartment number, his eyes focused on the paper that stuck out of his mailbox almost immediately.

Yanking the paper out of its place, Wade swung his door open before slinging it shut behind him, making his way over to the couch and flinging himself onto the cushions. He squirmed quickly over to the closest arm of the couch, resting his head against it as he scanned over the description of the man he was supposed to murder this week. At least the man paying him was nice enough to print out a description of his target, usually Wade only had a name to go off of and he had to research the rest. Change was nice!

Wait.

Tearing his mask off his head, Wade squinted his eyes at the picture of the man before frowning, flicking his gaze to the description to actually take in all the information instead of just looking it over without thought.

"This kid is in HIGH SCHOOL?!" Wade gaped, his eyes widening in disbelief. Why was he given the job to kill a junior? Isn't it bad to kill youngsters?

'At least your good conscience is practically nonexistent!'

'Technically, it is bad to kill anyone.'

"Yeah yeah…"Wade pouted, staring at the description.

The boy was 5'10", had the glasses with the big black frames, and owned thick untamed hair that Wade felt in danger of drooling over. Damn, he had to admit, the kid was hot.

"Too bad duty called…"Wade trailed off, sighing as a pout weighed down his face.

His job this week had a clear objective: Kill the target as soon as possible. Wade would have to start tomorrow, and if he was lucky, he could finish the job tomorrow too. After all, this was just a normal teen who isn't holding someone hostage or has intimidating security guards that could probably snap your neck like a toothpick. Wade hated those guys.

Wait…why was he, of all people, given the job to kill an ordinary guy? Shouldn't someone else do it?

Well, he WAS getting paid…

Wade grumbled and slid his hand into his pocket to grab his phone, taking it out and holding it in front of the paper to take a picture of the boy for future reference. He threw the phone onto the coffee table next to him once he was finished, smiling to himself. For some odd reason, he couldn't help but realize how the boy's name matched his face, as weird as that sounded. Forcing himself up off the couch with the paper in hand, Wade shuffled over to the corkboard on the other side of the room, immediately scanning the board for any vacant tacks.

"I gotta get some more of these…"Wade sighed, placing his hand over top of a picture of him and Spidey as he slid the tack holding the picture to the board out of its place, sliding the paper under it before tacking it back into place. He would have to remind himself to take the paper down tomorrow when he got home, he liked the picture under it. Wade remembered when he took that picture…

~*flashback*~

Wade whined, his shoulders hunched as he let the strap of his camera dangle from his fingers.

"Come on, Spidey! One picture with your favorite mercenary?" he grinned hopefully, holding the camera up next to his face.

He watched as Spidey turned around, his hand rubbing his masked forehead before his arm dropped down to his side, looking up at him in what was most likely annoyance.

"Why?"

"If you don't let me get a picture with you, at least let me take a picture of your a-"

"Alright, alright!" Spidey interrupted, a smile in his voice as he shuffled over to Wade's side. They were in the middle of an alleyway, which was totally not suspicious at all. It was ten in the morning, and luckily there weren't a lot of bystanders passing by on the sidewalk, so there wasn't really a threat of people noticing them hanging around.

Wade smiled widely as he slung his arm over Spider-Man's shoulders, pulling him close as he held the camera high above their heads. This might honestly be the only excuse to get close to the younger man that isn't classified as weird or awkward, so he might end up taking pictures around Spidey more often.

"Cheese!" Wade whispered, beaming as the camera flashed above them. Reluctantly letting go of Spidey, he let his arm drop down to his side as he eyed the younger man beside him, his smile crinkling his mask.

"Spidey, who is your favorite Avenger? Mine is Iron Man, but you seem like the kind of guy who wears Captain America boxers to bed, so I'm dying to know!"

"Do you think about me in boxers often?"

"Yes, I do, actually…"Wade smirked, tilting his head.

Man-Spider took a moment before responding, "Though I don't own a pair of Captain America boxers, you were right about him."

"Your favorite Avenger is the Captain? Hey, isn't Ghost Repellant married to that guy?" Wade questioned, blinking away his confusion when he saw how Spidey seemed to stiffen up at the question.

"If 'Ghost Repellant' is Iron Man, then yes, "Spider-Man nodded before continuing, "As much as I would love to sit here and argue over which Avenger is the best, I got a city to take care of, so…"

Ignoring the sarcasm that practically dripped from the younger man's voice, Wade waved before responding, "Alright, see you later, 8-legs!"

He didn't forget to snap a quick shot of the boy's ass as he climbed up the side of a building, either.

~*end*~

Wade smiled to himself from the memory, looking up at the picture that now hung up boldly on the corkboard. Damn, that was a fine ass.

The next day, Wade found himself hunting down the kid with a tranquilizer gun in his gun holster, frowning.

God, school hours are long.

He could just teleport into the school and disappear with the boy, but a student going missing when he wasn't marked absent was just too suspicious, so Wade would just have to wait like he has been for the past six hours. Oh wait, six hours! One more hour till the boy will be in his sights and he could finally go in for the kill…as horrible as that sounds. Wade sighed in relief, letting himself fall back against the ledge to stare up at the sky.

Too bad this was the only day of the week that promised clear skies. Wade was able to catch the weather report before he headed out, which he doesn't really do often because either he is keeping up with jobs, searching for Spidey's company, or he simply just doesn't turn the TV on.

He wanted Spidey to be on the roof with him, enjoying the view and having small conversation whenever they weren't distracted by something that captured their interests. Maybe the kid would enjoy that!

Maybe.

After about two hours later, Wade finally managed to track down the teen from the rooftops as he made his way through a crowded city sidewalk below the merc, a backpack slung lazily over one of his shoulders as he tried to avoid knocking into anybody. Something about the kid's pace was mildly familiar, yet Wade dismissed the swift and careful movements almost as quickly as he thought of them.

Taking a deep breath, the merc teleported from the rooftop down to the sidewalk directly behind the boy, wrapping an arm around his waist instead of around his neck to avoid further suspicion as he disappeared then reappeared on the rooftop a split second later. And damn, this kid reacted fast.

Wade gasped in surprise when the boy was almost able to shimmy out of his grip until he grabbed onto his wrists, his grip turning to stone as he wrestled the boy to the ground. The younger man below him shouted streams of curses and protests as he punched and kicked as hard as he could, his eyes wide in hurt and anger as Wade straddled him without problem. The look in the boy's eyes confused Wade, but that didn't stop him from keeping his arms pinned to the ground.

"Tell me, why was the world's greatest mercenary hired to kill an ordinary high school student?" Wade asked, his grip on the younger man's wrists growing tighter. The teen looked up at Deadpool with a confused and shocked look, but panic was not present in his eyes, which confused Wade even more. Why wasn't this kid scared? Usually, by now, his target would be apologizing profusely and begging for their life, yet this boy was doing the exact opposite.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" the kid shouted, struggling as hard as he could against Wade's grip, and Wade couldn't help but be surprised by how strong the younger guy was. Although the merc was able to hold the kid down with ease, his strong struggle was causing his thumb to keep on brushing up on something soft and leathery on the boy's wrist. Finally growing curious as to what it was, Wade looked down at it and took a huge intake of breath, stiffening up. Even the teen underneath him tensed up from Wade's discovery.

It was the bracelet he gave Spider-Man just a day earlier.

"If I tell you that I'm not going to kill you, which I'm not, will you stop struggling and let me think this through for a second?"

This earned him a glare, but the teen did as he was asked, going still.

"Good, but remember the fact that if you try to fight me again, I have a tranquilizer gun, and I am most certainly NOT afraid to use it!" Wade threatened, reluctantly letting go of the boy's wrists to pull his phone out of one of the pockets of his utility belt. He quickly pulled up the picture of the boy that he saved in his phone and narrowed his eyes, placing his fingers over the top half of the boy's face to cover it like Spidey's mask usually did when he had lunch with him. The resemblance was a little unsettling.

Wade slid the phone back into one of his pockets before grabbing the kid's backpack, unzipping it as quickly as he grabbed it. He wasn't surprised to find his only friend's suit bundled up in a ball at the bottom of the bag, but knowing that he might have just ruined something between them made him a little uneasy. Deciding to play it cool and grin nervously, he pushed the backpack carefully to the side before looking down at the young man beneath him.

"I gotta say, Spidey, you are a major hottie."