Chapter 2
"Could just not get enough of me, could you?" Deadpool mustered the newly on a rooftop arrived Spider.
"I thought you needed some supervision," which wasn't a complete lie Peter convinced himself.
The mercenary shrugged it off, satisfying Peter's poor attempt of an excuse.
"You can start by supervising these tacos," Deadpool cheered shoving the food into Spider-Man's hands without waiting for an answer.
Spider-Man couldn't come up with a way to deny the gift considering how quickly he got it handed. He definitely didn't enjoy being given free food. And he definitely didn't enjoy eating here which meant pulling his mask up in front of a killer.
There was noone left a reveal of his secret identity would harm but Peter always felt more comfortable with fabric in front of his face in public.
And although Deadpool probably couldn't care less about Spider-Man's face he turned his back to the mercenary. Now all there was left was the pity of receiving free commodities.
Meanwhile Deadpool proceeded to bump his back against Spidey's, surprisingly not commenting on what others might call a rude gesture of the hero turning his back on him, and rather reciprocating on hiding one's face.
Rather than going down yet another spiral on what this guy's questionable take on a secret identity was again, he was taken aback by a "Never would have dreamed of our asses being this close to each other."
What.
Before Peter could even form a thought about the suspicious amount of such comments from Deadpool's mouth he was asked "So what is Spider-Man doing up so late at night?"
The question was lingering in the air for a few too many seconds.
Seconds Peter used to ponder about how to not burst out about his nagging solitude but also not completely lie.
While, yes, he has kept big secrets from people before, Spider-Man wouldn't label himself a liar.
Although, after such a prolonged time of processing the simple question, any word would sound like it's made up.
"Just couldn't sleep, you know," Peter finally answered.
The mercenary hummed any suspicion away in agreement.
Silence.
Well, it would be Spider-Man's turn to talk now but Deadpool gladly took that off of him. Thumb twiddling wouldn't keep him entertained forever.
"So, did you know the M in ATM stands for machine? I heard that in the latest Spiderverse movie."
"I did know, actually," Peter responded proudly and pretended to know whatever movie Deadpool is talking about.
"Smart and strong, wow!" the mercenary teased before getting back on his feet causing a brief panic in Peter.
The hero quickly pulled down his mask looking at Deadpool's non existing tacos and then at his barely eaten own.
Peter remembered Deadpool had atleast twice as many in his hands before. How on earth is he finished already?
The eyes of Deadpool's mask seemed to lit up upon discovering the left over food in Spider-Man's lap.
"Don't mind if I do," the mercenary squeaked ignoring the still in awe Spider-Man.
"Well," Deadpool whipped on his feet.
"Break time's over Spideypoo!"
"After all you aren't the only one...,"
he stroke his fingertips over his chest posing "...wanting this."
Spider-Man did admire the apparent work-out routine slightly longer than he should.
He noticed himself staring. Shit.
The hero blinked twice as if that would help reboot his brain.
"Yeah, I, uh, gotta go as well actually, yeah," he forced out a chuckle.
Deadpool tilted his head with squinted eyes examining the Spider top to bottom.
Peter felt like the man in front of him could read him like an open book.
Probably because he was in fact an open book due to his lack of contact to other human beings this close in the last couple of years.
The mercenary smoothly turned towards the edge of the rooftop without further commenting on whatever just played out: "See you-"
"Wait!" Spider-Man called from afar.
The hero put his hands together:
"So, Wade, do you ever want to maybe like patrol together?"
Deadpool, still with his back to Spider-Man, pulls his mask up, stuffs the remaining food into his mouth and pulls the mask back down.
All while walking backwards towards Spider-Man in a swift motion
He turns around with a business card ready.
"Someone did their background check I see," Deadpool teases.
Only then Spider-Man noticed he had called Deadpool by his real name.
Peter thanked whatever god for his embarassed expression to not be seen.
How does he keep making this awkward?
Is Deadpool mad? Did he manage to mess up yet another relation already?
Peter checked the view in front of him: He doesn't seem mad atleast.
Then he realises there's a business card waved right in front of his face.
"Oh... thanks!" Spider-Man finally exclaimed.