I woke up a little while later on the floor of somewhere that was not the Iceberg Lounge. There was a man in red hovering over me.

"The fuck?" I groaned. "Mayhaps that was not my smartest idea."

"You're tellin' me." He nodded, almost gleefully. "How hard do you have to be hit to get knocked into someone else's comic?"

I stood up and he stood with me.

"Who're you?" I rubbed the back of my head. I must've hit a brick or maybe a whole set of 'em.

"I'm glad you asked! Some people call me the Gangster of Love!" He began as though he were reciting Shakespeare. "Some people call me—"

"Yeah okay, that's good." I stopped him, or tried to. He kept going. "No seriously, I just wanted a name."

He paused. "Hey, have you seen a skinny kid in red, shooting white sticky stuff all over the place."

I pointed at him.

"No, no, about this tall." He made a motion that was only slightly shorter than himself. "Red and blue spandex. Webs all over?"

"No, I just woke up." I grumbled. Bumbling idiot.

"Deadpool, where are you?" A kid's voice shouted. I say kid, but he sounded like the people in my high school.

"Spidey, save me from the scary DC girl!" The man in red squealed like a pig and jumped up and down as though he had just seen a snake.

Another guy flew in through the window, swinging by a white rope. He too was dressed in red, except he also had blue on his sides. The outfit, I'm sure, was very slimming.

"What are you doing?" He stood, looking just as confused as I felt at the grown man squealing and dancing around.

"I'm trying to help our new friend." He motioned to me. "Who's name escapes me."

"I'm Harmony. Harm for short." I tried not to hide my mouth. I was proud of who I was, so why couldn't I show it?

"Whoa, look at those teeth! Bet you're a biter." Deadpool leaned in and got close to my mouth.

Of course. I snapped my mouth shut in embarrassment. I wished I had my scarf.

"Hey, back up a bit, man." The other guy stepped forward. "You know who she looks like? One of Professor X's kids. I'm Spiderman."

"Spider… Man?" I questioned.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He seemed to be teasing.

"You can call him Spidey." Deadpool danced around. "He's my boo."

"I am not your boo." Spidey grumbled. "Don't you think we have something to do?"

"Oh yeah, that gang that's been terrorizing the neighborhood where—"

A white glob shot out of Spidey's hand and covered Deadpool's mask. Deadpool stopped and I heard a screaming, muffled by the white goop.

"Ew." I winced.

"It's webbing, my own special brand." Spidey seemed proud. "But we really need to get moving."

"Wait, how did I get here?" I demanded, grabbing his arm.

"I don't know, this place has been shut down for years." He looked around. "We heard a smash and Deadpool charged head-first, of course."

Shut down for years? That wasn't right.

"I'm coming with you until I figure out how I got here." I asserted.

"You could get shot." Spidey objected.

"Let the hot girl come along." Deadpool objected to Spidey.

"She could get shot!"

I lifted up my shirt. There was a bruise growing, but the skin wasn't broken. So I could get hurt below the skin. Internal: squishy, external: tank. Good to know.

"I'll be fine." I said.

"Come on then!" Deadpool jumped up on a pile of crates and through a window.

Spidey sighed, but he no longer argued. "I'm going to pick you up, okay? Wrap your legs around me."

I felt awkward about it. This guy had to just be a teenager, and though that wasn't that much younger than me it was strange. I still did it.

Spidey shot off his white rope and we flew out into the cool air. What had I gotten myself into this time?