A/N: Finally, one of the most requested match-ups has come to fruition.
"Excuse me," a voice said from behind him as he aimed his camera towards the incoming Limousine. He was standing in a crowd of thousands of people, all of whom had come to see the esteemed guests. After all, it wasn't every day that the leaders of Themescira came to New York. Although he was officially here as a reporter, the superhero in him had too keep an eye out, as numerous villains could be ready to strike. He turned his head to see a stunningly dressed woman who looked to be about his age standing behind him, holding a camera. "You're kinda blocking my shot," she said with a weak smile, "can you inch a little to the left?"
"Sure," he replied as he squeezed himself over as far as possible, doing his best to give her the space she needed. The stuff I do for women... he thought with smile as he resumed his picture taking, and as the woman slid in beside him. They where so tightly packed together that they where almost pressing up against one another.
"You work for the daily bugle?" the woman asked, as she indicated towards the badge that hung around his neck.
"What? He replied as he turned his head to face her, then he followed her hand. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, I do."
"Do you know the guy who takes all those pictures of Spider-man?" she asked as she resumed her picture-taking as the limo door opened. "I really admire his work and would love to-"
"Well it's nice to know someone knows the difference between a good picture and bad one," he replied with smile, taking a single hand off of his camera and offering it to her. "Peter Parker," he finished.
"Donna Troy," the woman replied as she shook his hand. Her grasp felt like a vice. Damn she's strong, he thought as he flexed the muscles in his hand, making sure it still responded to his will. "Can I ask you a question?" she asked without taking her eye off the lens of her camera.
"You just did," he replied with a hint of wit.
"How do you get those high-angle shots?" she asked as a series of finely-dressed women exited the vehicle, including the woman who Peter instantly recognized as Wonder Woman. Behind her was a woman who bore striking resemblance to the famous Leaguer, followed by more dignitaries.
"I hang from flagpoles and such," he said with a slight shrug. "I secure myself with mountain climbing gear and-"
"PINEAPPLE SURPRISE!" A voice shouted from nowhere. Before he could react, an explosion rocked the crowd as a series of grenades exploded. Over the screams of terrified people, "Bang, bang, bang!" could be heard, not coming from an actual gun, but rather the mouth of a man dressed entirely in a red and black suit of spandex. Peter recognized the man immediately as Deadpool, who was currently engaging Wonder Woman herself. Firing a minigun from the waist, Deadpool was managing to keep the Amazonian warrior at bay with the sheer volume of bullets. Knowing the heroine could only hold her own for a few seconds, Peter rushed to strip into his Spider-man uniform.
Seconds later, he joined the fray, leaping over the head of the merc with a mouth and delivering a powerful kick to his jaw.
"Oh hey Parker!" Deadpool shouted as he relocated his jaw. How the hell does he know my name? Peter hissed internally, before shrugging it off as a possible coincidence. "Long time no see!"
"Deadpool," Peter shot back, "I thought you where institutionalized?"
"I was," the mercenary replied as he dropped the gun and pulled a rocket launcher from seemingly nowhere, before turning to fire on the Amazonian, who was currently helping an injured man get to his feet. "but the other me said I was fine. So now I am!" the madman said as he aimed the weapon. Acting fast, Peter launched a line of webbing outwards, snatching the end of the rocket tube and pulling hard, seconds before it launched.
"Diana!" a voice shouted from above, and Peter tilted his head upwards to see a blur of red swipe down and push Wonder Woman out of the way. Because the figure wore no mask, Peter was instantly able to recognize her as the woman who had asked him to move. She had discarded her previous outfit and now wore one of pure red with a gold belt.
"Hey, Author person," Deadpool shouted, snapping Peter back to the situation, "are you sure she's allowed to show that much skin. I mean, this is supposed to be pg-13, right?"
"You really are insane," Peter shot back as he tackled the mercenary. "Attacking a limo with a member of the justice league inside? Who hired you?" He finished as he dealt a punch to the man's jaw.
"Hey now how about you go get Supergirl and-" Deadpool began. Before Peter could do anything, Donna Troy picked Deadpool up and hauled him into the air by an ankle. "Hey, I can see my house from here!"
"What do you want?" she demanded with fierce scowl.
"Boobies!" Deadpool replied as he reached forwards, only to have his hands webbed by Peter.
"The pretty lady asked you a question," Peter shot upwards as Wonder Woman stood beside him. "why are you here?"
"I though it was a taco truck!" Deadpool replied as he once more drew a weapon from nowhere, this time the weapon being a Katana. With a single slash, he broke free of Donna's grip and plummeted downwards. Landing on his feet perfectly, Deadpool was quickly surrounded by the three heroes.
"Give up," Wonder Woman barked as she raised her fists.
"Aw crap," Deadpool said as he dropped his weapon, "you lucky sonofabitch, Peter Parker. The Author put you with all these wonderful women! Why can't I get that lucky!"
"You are going away for a long time," Wonder Woman said as she grabbed the madman by the collar. "Sister, stay here and make sure no one else tries anything funny.
"Sister?" Peter blurted as Donna landed next to him. "So...you're an Amazon as well?"
"Yes," she replied, "are you seriously Peter Parker? The guy fr-"
"-om the Daily Bugle," he replied, "I guess there's no point in denying it. And I can't believe I hit on an Amazon. Wonder Woman's sister of all people. Either I'm the luckiest guy alive or soon to be the luckiest guy dead."
"Man's law prevents me from killing you," Donna replied. "And my sister thinks to highly of you for me to consider it."
"So, you won't kill me more do to your sister's opinion than the law?" Peter shot back with a smirk, "I need to get in the good books of more heroes, then."
"So I take it that you don't use actual climbing gear for your pictures?" she asked him, "and isn't it illegal to sell pictures of yourself for profit?"
"So is lifting a guy into the air and threatening to drop him," Peter replied with a shrug, "but I'll make you a deal. You don't go blabbing my little secret to all your amazon girlfriends, and I'll show you some tricks I use to take 'super' pictures."
"Deal," Donna smiled as they shook hands.