A/N:What's this? New update already? Yaaaayyyy! It was all thanks to you guys for giving me a good feedback. :)

To those who question why 'Mary' Penelope Stark when Peter has 'Benjamin' for his second name, I chose 'Mary' because that was the name of Peter's mother. Mary Parker.

For Deadpool's speech boxes:

[White box] - voice of logic

{Yellow box} - voice of madness

Deadpool is the master of breaking the 4th wall by the way.

Disclaimer: I do not own any media types of Spider-Man especially Ultimate Spider-Man. They belong to MARVEL (and Disney).

"Sooooo? Is he coming tonight?" Gwen winked at me excitedly.

I rolled my eyes and ignored her as we head towards the table where MJ's waiting for us.

"Who's coming?" MJ asked curiously.

Gwen and I placed our trays on the table and sat down. Gwen just smiled slyly so MJ turned to me to get answers but I ignored all their stares.

"Nobody." said I plainly.

The redhead frowned but waves the topic away for another day. "Anyway, Penny, I've been calling you since last night. Where have you been?"

"Uh, my car broke down?" I know. I know. This was one of my lame excuses in my wheel of response. I hate lying to my friends.

Ever since we started high school no one's been a better friend than Mary Jane Watson and Gwen Stacy. MJ's my childhood friend. We were neighbors. Well, not exactly. We always sit next to each other in almost every class then we befriended each other.

And Gwen? I actually started being friends with her when I found out she was a chief Intern in Oscorp and guided our class inside. Gwen would wait for me to finish taking pictures for the Newspaper Club before she proceeds. Then we became science partners.

"Sure." MJ rolled her eyes. "I wanted to show you this."

She showed us her phone with the video of Jameson ranting. "It is the duty of every New Yorker to report the actions of these masked miscreants. Especially that ticking time bomb called Spider-Man!"

"Doesn't that jerk ever shut up?" Gwen frowned as she takes one of my nachos.

"You do know, that someday that jerk will give this girl her first job." I lazily took one of MJ's fries.

"You want to work for Jameson?" The blond asked out of interest.

"Total nightmare." MJ smiled, taking Gwen's salad.

"If that's what it takes." I shrugged. "Jameson's the biggest game in town. Kids like us have to be realistic. We can't all be like Harry."

Speaking of the devil, here he comes. Meet Harry Osborn. I love Harry. Everyone loves Harry. Why not? He's rich, he's handsome. And most importantly, he's been a friend to me when I needed one most. I don't how I'd survive high school without Harry Osborn. He always got my back. He always saves me from the bullies.

"Hey," He sat down beside me. "…so what's up?"

"Penny said she'd work for Jameson." MJ said.

"You're still planning to?" He looked at me. Well, he was the first one I told about this.

"Why don't you just be our band's official photographer?" The redhead suggested.

"Right. So that you guys will get good pictures while I don't." I wave my fork at them.

We have a band called 'The Mary Janes'. The members of our band consist of me, MJ, Gwen and Kitty Pryde. Kitty goes to a different school. Oh, and Harry's our manager.

"Hey, I can take good photos too." MJ defends.

Harry snorted. "Yeah, selfies you mean."

We all started laughing. Well, that's life at Midtown High. Typical normal day for us. However, on nights, not so… normal.

(spacespacespace)

It's nightfall. It's time for some hero patrol. I wore my mask before swing my way. And so welcome to the glamorous life of your favorite superhero. 'Is he being sarcastic?' you ask. Yes. Yes, he is. Normally I have it great. Got the cool powers, the cool parents, the coolest life possible.

Sometimes I just-

BORING! Focus your eyeholes on this, spudley! It's time for some Deadpool point of view time!

"A kung fu fiesta! Arriba-san!" Hitting this ninja skull masked dudes with my awesome katanas! This is part of your daily mercenary's job. Except that, this isn't part of the job! They just started attacking me! Ekkk!

I pulled one of this ninja's underwear up to his head then kicked him at his sides. How cool is that? Double wedgie achievement unlocked!

Dang skippy. Where are my manners? Introductions. Pause!

Call me Deadpool. It rhymes with 'no school', 'too cool','ain't no fool', and 'I'm the best at what I do - ool'.

Moving on. I'm on a mission to find the secret HQ of Taskmaster. The big boss for these cheese clowns. And nothin', but nothin', is getting in my way.

[What, like the dozen swords in your back?]

Haha! I don't have swords in my-

{Yuck. Gonna go hurl now.}

HA! That's gonna leave a mark. Oh, wait. No, it isn't. I have a healing factor. Haha! Yay me! 'Scuse me while I pull these pot stickers out of my spleen and knock some heads.

Deadpool out!

(spacespacespace)

"Deadpool." I called to him as I watched him finish his fight. He turned and saw me up on a building.

"Spidey!" He called to me excitedly.

I, of course, didn't fail to notice all the bodies below Deadpool. "Did you kill again?" I sighed. Nothing might able to change Deadpool. He's been a mercenary for too long after all.

"I didn't kill them! I just knocked them out! And maybe left a few cuts..." Deadpool mumbled the last part. "Anyway, I told you not to use the 'K' word. The term is 'unalive'. I'm trying to be rated PG here."

I jumped down the alley where he is, and I landed right in front of him. "Nothing's ever rated PG around you, Deadpool."

"What-" Deadpool stopped as I inspect each of the ninjas if they're still alive. After checking the last ninja, I pat the dust off my hands. "Well, that's something new. None or at least one is killed tonight."

"Goddamn it, Spidey. I said no 'K' word, remember? It sounds bad when you say it out loud." Deadpool pouts, crossing his arms together.

"Cursing doesn't make it rated PG anymore."

It took a minute for Deadpool to realize that. He puts both of this hands on his head and made whining noises. I just shook my head and turn away from the mercenary.

"You failed me brain! It was supposed to be 'dang' or something like that'!"

"Come on, let's go get some tacos." I stopped my tracks and waited for Deadpool.

"Did you just say tacos?" He removed his hands from his head and became more alert.

"Yeah, my treat. Nobody died tonight and that's a good start." I smiled under my mask.

I can see Deadpool was a bit surprised. Spider-Man asking him out for tacos is a once in a blue moon kind of thing. He's usually the one asking out so we can chat on rooftops.

"Well?"

"Yes! Of course! Si! Si!" Deadpool happily ran beside me.

Once we were finally beside each other walking the same pace, I decided to go first. "Race you there." before shooting a web to a building and went on my way.

"Wait- What?!" Deadpool cried then ran after me with all he can through the whole night till we reach the taco stand.

A/N: You've reached the end of the story. Yaaaaaaay. I'll update every month so stay tune. Critics are welcome. If there is something wrong with a chapter or wrong spelling / grammar or any other stuff, feel free and please do inform me. HOWEVER, it would be nice if you could please tell me where exactly it is so that I can correct it quickly and accurately.