Mad at me

Peter begrudgingly got up from his bed and got ready for college. He put the kettle on for an instant coffee and pulled on a plain shirt and some skinny jeans before chugging the admittedly horrible coffee and slumped out the door.

This was his usual routine, and for so many years, it worked for him: get up, make coffee, get dressed, drink the coffee, and catch the bus to school. He was fine with the boring repetitiveness; it wasn’t like he was the most exciting person in the world, so his boring routine fit. But since Spider-Man had started patrolling with Deadpool, Peter Parker wasn’t happy.

Peter missed the funny and exhilarating nature that Wade emitted; it was rubbing off on him. Peter often imitated people he looked up to, and the thought that he was looking up to Deadpool made him extremely disappointed in himself.

The sight of red out of the bus window made Peter’s head whip around, he felt stupid for assuming it was Deadpool, and even more stupid for the feeling of excitement that coursed through him. Though at a third glance, he realised it was him, waiting in front of Peter’s college.

Peter stumbled up from his seat and got off at the next stop. What is he doing here?

He quickly rushed into a store and bought a hoodie, before covering his face with the hood and pulling Deadpool aside into an alley.

“What are you doing here, Pool?” Peter hissed under his breath, keeping his head low so he was sure Wade wouldn’t see his face.

“Woah, this is a sidewalk. I can go anywhere I want.” Wade put his hands on his hips and stepped back from Peter.

Peter scoffed and mimicked him before he felt stupid and stood with his hands at his side again. “It’s me, Wade. Spider-man.” He shook his head.

“No I knew, I just didn’t want to look stupid and assume wrong,” he lifted Peter’s chin before realising he wasn’t wearing a mask and dropping it before he saw too much. The gesture sent a strange warmth through him. “So I was right, this is your college,” he said with more excitement in his tone.

Peter slumped his shoulders in annoyance. “I don’t understand you, Wade.”

“That’s a common occurrence. Which part are we talking baby boy?”

“You stalk me to find my secret identity, like finding the college I go to but you won’t lift my hood to see my face.” Peter sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s not an invitation to lift the hood by the way,” he added quickly.

“I want to see your face when you want me to Webs. It’ll feel more special if it was by your own accord,” Wade reached for Peter’s hand before hesitating and retreating backwards a step.

They were both awkwardly quiet for a while and Peter wished this interaction had never happened. His mind was whirling wildly and he wanted to be bamfed out of here. His heart was pounding and he felt his cheeks warm up after what Wade had said.

“Leave, Wade.” He murmured after a while, his voice annoyingly hoarse. “Don’t come back to my college again.”

He turned and stomped off before Deadpool could reply, leaving the red hero behind in his dust.

Even after Peter had asked for Wade to never return to his college he often found the ex-mercenary waiting across the street when his classes were over and even occasionally in the halls, though he was regularly kicked out whenever he stepped inside.

People were starting to take notice that Spider-man’s hero buddy was always hanging around this college and students were starting to talk. Once Peter overheard people in his class discussing why he was here and there were two conclusions they came to.

Something sketchy was happening at the school,

Or that Spider-Man went here.

When Peter had a break between classes he slivered off into a dark alley and changed into his suit, swinging off into the city. He had to confront Wade. It had been a week and if any information about where to find Spider-man’s secret identity got out to the Daily Bugle he would be cooked.

It didn’t take long before he found Wade, he was eating Mexican on a rooftop in his civilian wear. Usually, Peter didn’t like budding into Wade’s civilian time as he didn’t like Deadpool doing that to him but this was an emergency.
“Pool.”

“Spidey! I feel so naked out of gear next to you, though if you want me to be fully naked I’m not opposed-” he was shut up as Peter webbed his mouth shut.

“I told you to leave my college alone. And what do you do? You go inside!” Peter opens his arms out wide in frustration. Wade groaned as he stood up, coming to face Peter.

His skin was on full display to him now. It was like a beautifully painted artwork or a meaningful statue, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He already had trouble just when they were eating together but now he felt himself melt in the gorgeous display in front of him.

“Spidey, not everything is about you. Although the times I came inside were about you.” Wade chuckled slightly before straightening up again. “Listen, you said something was going on at your school and I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Uhh? I can handle myself thank you,” Peter said obnoxiously. “I thought you’d stared at my muscles enough times to know that yourself.”

Wade turned away shyly for a second before groaning. “Fine, but if I need super speedy help and it’s a school day I will go there… or if I’m feeling lonely.”

“Wade!”

“What? Can’t a man want to hang out with his best buddy?”

Peter’s alarm went off in his pocket, it was time to go back for his last class of the day. He sighed, pulling it out and turning it off.

“Please wade, and if you’re going to hang around outside of it at least go in your normal clothes.” Peter pleaded, reaching for Wade’s hand before swinging away.

Peter knew that if he pleaded enough Wade would do anything he asked, and he didn’t really like using that to his advantage but sometimes it was the best thing to do. And sometimes it felt good, knowing he had the power to make Wade fold and do whatever.

He promised himself he would never go too far with it, that would be unfair to Wade. He didn’t deserve that. Manipulation was an unhealthy and risky trick and Peter definitely preferred just talking it out.

It worked though.

For the next week, Deadpool stayed away from his college, only occasionally stopping by in his civilian clothes across the street. Rumours stopped and Peter could focus on his studies and possibly finding out who ordered that sketchy thing to be made, what it was, and what it did.

Peter felt a sharp pang from his spider sense during class, the kind that aches into your muscles until all you feel is the tingle of danger. He looked out the window casually to see two hooded men round a corner again.

He quietly exited the class and followed to where he saw them disappear. It was the tall man from before but this time Peter could see more of him from around the corner rather than up on a roof.

He had a big build and was quite tall. He was wearing a faded blue hoodie, some black jeans and some large combat boots. His eyes were covered by the hood, and his mouth was covered by a surgical mask.

The other man was different from the last, taller and bonier. He was wearing a hoodie as well although he didn’t cover his head with it. He had short blond hair and a large nose. Peter swore he had seen him in the halls before.

“You got the payment?” The tall man asked, shifting his weight to one side. It sounded as if he was putting on a voice from the last time he was here.

“Yes, I also have the weapon,” he handed a small item that the large man pocketed quickly. “It should be easy to work with. It will stun your opponent and put them out like you asked.”

The taller man nodded quickly. “Thanks,” before rushing off leaving the shorter man confused. Peter left and made his way back to class going over the whole interaction in his head.

Instead of leaving the normal way he found a hidden area to change and swung across the city finding Wade at one of his safehouses. He went in through the living room window where Wade was sleeping while the tv played some old show he didn’t care about.

He was lying across the couch lazily in a faded blue hoodie and black jeans, wait.

Peter looked around the room and found a surgical mask in the bin and Wade’s signature combat boots thrown across the floor.

Peter snuck up to the resting body quietly, reaching into his hoodie pocket and pulling out a strange device. His spider senses flared immediately as he held the thing and his heart sank.

He backed away from Wade’s unconscious body, leaving out of the window and swinging home with the weapon held tightly in his hand.

How could he let himself trust an ex-mercenary? How could be so foolish to think that Wade was actually trying to be good?

Peter felt utterly stupid and betrayed as he made his way home. He really thought he could help someone like Deadpool. He thought he could be friends with someone like Deadpool. He felt warm around him.

Really how foolish could he be?