Helping the Next Spider-man

Sitting on a rooftop with Wayde setting up a makeshift white Board, Gwen and Harley were sitting at attention, both in they're costumes alongside Wayde who began writing with a "Borrowed" Marker.

"Ok, first order of business, we gotta figure out where to go from here. First off, we gotta find where Peter Parker of this world did his shit.
So on that note, we find the address of May Parker, the Aunt of Peter Parker…

Which is easy because she's been getting condolences from those Spider-man saved, surprisingly James Jonah Asshat is being extremely quiet about the menace being dead.

All we gotta do now, is head on over to Aunt Mays and plan from there" turning to his two girlfriends, Harley and Gwen spared a look before Gwen brought out her phone.

"May Parker lives in Queens" giving the girl a look as she scrolled her phone, Wayde spoke with enthusiasm.

"Than let's Get going!" walking to the ledge of the building they were using for the meeting, Gwen and Harley followed with Harley hugging Gwen as she dropped down, with Wayde simply letting Gravity do its job by dropping him from up high.

Landing with a splat as Civilians stopped in shock, they flinched as Wayde's body healed in seconds as Gwen and Harley dropped down at a safe pace beside him, watching him stretch his back after getting back up, Gwen spoke tiredly.

"Do you have to give people trauma when you do that?" getting a chuckle from Wayde a she gave a wave, he spoke.

"It's fun seeing people try not to vomit" moving away from the scene with his Blood splattered from his impact, merrily skipping beside the two women while passersby stared at him with discomfort, giving a few of them a wave before getting serious as he began walking normally.

"Should we steal a car or hire a Taxi?" looking up in thought as he felt his Deadpool sense AKA common sense rear it's head, Wayde raise dhis left hand while giving a liud whistle.

"TAXI!" hearing the screech of tires to his left, Harley and Gwen stopped to turn at the sound as a Yellow Taxi pulled up beside Wayde… who turned to them while gesturing to the Vehicle.

"Our chariot, Malady's" getting a giggle from Harley as Gwen followed in after her, Deadpool climbed in last with the sound of Indian music hitting his ears.

Getting comfortable as he closed the door, Gwen and Harley looked over the inside of the Cab as the driver spoke in a cheerful voice.

"Your destination please" staring at the Indian of all Indians with an smile, Wayde spoke.

"fifteen Amfan avenue, forrest hills, please" getting a nod as they took off, Harley and gwen gave him a confused look as he enjoyed the music.

"How do you know Spider-man's Aunts address?" giving them a look, Wayde shrugged.

"I don't know, my pin point accurate forth wall breaking powers?" giving him a look, Gwen discreetly brought out a book labelled "Script" while Harley gave an amused smile having failed to notice the action, looking to the brochures her eyes caught one for Haunted Segway tours, taking one before pocketing it as Gwen hid the book.

Turning to Wayde as he began toying with the window, Gwen stared forward with her face hidden before she sighed and leaned against Harley to relax, getting a cuddle from the ex-villain, leaving Wayde feeling the space grow less for him, he looked to the window between him and the driver he leaned forward.

"Getting kind of Cramped back here" startling the driver who spared him a glance, Wayde began awkwardly climbing to the passenger seat much to the amusement of Harley and embarrassment of Gwen.

Feeling himself vulnerable for some odd reason, Wayde spoke to himself.

"Excuse me"

Rolling his shoulders as he buckled up, the driver held his hand to Wayde with a smile.

"Dopinder" shaking the offered hand, Wayde Spoke with a smile.

"Pool, Dead" staring forward with a giddy shake, the drive to they're destination resumed.

Stepping out of the Taxi with a wave to Dopinder after paying him, the three stood before the House with reverence.

"Welp, let's go say hi" moving forward with Gwen following with Harley, Wayde gave the doorbell a gentle press with the chime echoing inside, the trio waited patiently before a tired voice spoke as the door opened.

"Sorry, I appreciate the donations…" staring at the elderly woman who raised Peter Parker to the man he was today, Deadpool froze up while Gwen waved.

"Uh, hi. You may not believe us but we-" before she could say more, her spider sense went off out of nowhere, turning around her eyes blinked at seeing three people behind them staring dumbfounded… especially the younger Gwen Stacy staring at her in surprise.

"What the heck?" turning to Wayde as he gestured to the younger Gwen, he spoke in excitement.

"Gwen we have a future Daughter!?" giving Wayde a look as his own mask portrayed a shocked expression, she mentally thanked Her boyfriend for the comedy relief.

"I was thinking clone" turning to Harley as she rested against her large hammer, the younger Gwen spoke.

"Ok this is gonna be weird" sharing a glance to a black kid while a brown haired Hobo-man gave May a look of longing and regret.

Before turning to Wayde with a haunted look.

"What are you doing here Wayde?" giving the man a look, Wayde shrugged.

"We got teleported here to help the next Spider-man" standing firmly with a happy voice, The black kid frowned in thought before Wayde turned to May.

"Oh it's that situation?" giving a nod as her soft expression hardened, she spoke firmly.

"Follow me"

Stepping towards the Old Shed with his head tilted in confusion, Wayde looked to the Spider-heroes before looking to the black kid.

"Got a name Kid?" getting a jump from the teen as they stood in wait, he spoke.

"Miles, Miles Morales" shaking his hand as Aunt May opened the Spider-man equivalent of a Batcave, Wayde spoke for himself.

"Wayde, Wayde Wilson, but most just call me Deadpool"

"Don't forget Big Daddy" turning to Gwen as she stood beside her younger variant who had a double take at her words.

"What the fuck?"