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“Hey Deadpool! Waiit Deadpool? What are you doing here?” Peter questioned as he realised where he was and who he was, or well more importantly who he wasn't, which was Spiderman.

He had just woken up from a nap (does passing out from exhaustion count as a nap? Probably not right?) and getting himself a drink, and now he was standing in his very small living room/ kitchen staring blankly at Deadpool, who just broke into his apartment.

“How do you know who I am?”

“Everyone knows who you are? Duh.” Peter improvised but the look on the mercenary’s face, or well as much as Peter could tell from his mask, meant that he’d already made a mistake. Shit. He hated being sleepy.

“Yeaahh no they don’t, kid. I'm no big superhero or anything, most of the time I get confused for Spidey, which is a total complement in my opinion. I mean have you seen his ass! But still a guy’s gotta wonder what he needs to do to get his own action figure around here.”

Peter wanted to die when these next words came out of his mouth. “I thought everyone knew who you were. I’m such a big fan of yours Mr.. Mr Pool!” God he’s definitely going to regret saying that.

“OMG OMG OMG!! Really!! I don’t think I've ever met a fan before, people who wanted to jump my bones because of the leather look? Sure but never an actual fan” he says as he spins around giving Peter a good look at his ass in his tight suit. “I have so many questions, for one do you have underwear with my face on it? I’ve got a pair for all of my favourites, Spidey obviously, Bucky Barnes damn that man is hot, and Black Widow but that’s more just to annoy her by telling her I have them on everytime I see her.”

Yep he definitely regretted saying it. Peter can barely contain the giggle that comes over him, he’s always left in awe when Deadpool acts so goddamn adorable. Thankfully he kept his laughter in as he tried to dodge the man’s questions (unsuccessfully but oh well) and find out why he’s here.

“What? No! Why would - sigh- nevermind. Mr Pool, what are you doing here?”

“Ohh right, are you Peter B. Parker?

Peter’s heart stopped. How did he know? What did he know? He wanted the ground to swallow him up. Reasonably, it wasn’t the end of the world if Deadpool knew who he was, it was always something he planned to tell him… eventually. Since he was 15 he had dressed up as Spiderman and somewhere along the way, now being 21, it had started to feel like an act, a different personality. A charming and charismatic Mr Hyde to his dorky and lame Dr Jekyll. He just wasn’t the person people wanted to be behind the mask. And in short he didn’t think Deadpool would be entirely stoked to find that the person he calls his hero, and occasionally the love of his life depending on how annoying he wants to be on a particular day, was actually him. The man in an oversized star wars pyjama set that just woke up from a not nap because he can barely look after himself.

“Yes? Why?” he replied cautiously.

“It's an absolute honour to meet you. I love your work in the Daily Bugle, you make Spiderman’s ass look phennoomeenaal. Look, I'm here because I'm a bit concerned, I've not heard from Webs in a couple days and that's not really the usual. I even asked around when I went to grab food and no one’s seen him. Figured you might have, considering the new photo on the billboard out front.”

JESUS! Peter thinks. DP needs to learn how to talk to civilians. Cause like COME ON, first of all he’s pretty sure it's PAST MIDNIGHT, second Deadpool BROKE INTO his apartment, and thirdly KNEW HIS NAME and barely provided context. Gods if he were ANYONE else he definitely would have had a heart attack by now. Though he is glad it’s just about this instead of… well you know.

“I’ve not heard from him either but last time we texted he seemed fine.” Peter said hoping it’s a believable lie, because the truth was finals week had really taken it out of him, hence the ‘nap’ and the dehydration and now starvation he was feeling.

“Oh. You have his phone number. And you guys message each other.”

Fuck. Peter completely forgot that he had refused to give Deadpool his number. It was back before they really truly got along and he was trying to be mean. UGH he hates his younger self and that he has to do this without being fully awake yet.

“Not much. Just whenever I need new photos. Look how bout this give me your number, I’ll message him, check up on him and then report back so you don’t have to worry.” he tried to give the mercenary a reassuring smile, hoping this way Deadpool will be at the least placated and leave him to sleep.

“Yeah, okay that works for me, since I don't think he’d want you to give me his number.”

The sadness that seeps through Deadpool’s voice gives Peter chest pain. UGH he’ll need to get a burner and give DP that number as Spiderman the next time they see each other.

After they exchanged numbers and said goodbyes Peter went back to bed, drink and food completely forgotten by the exhaustion he was feeling but not before setting a reminder for the next morning to text DP that he in fact was fine but just a bit busy with civ life and that there was no need to worry.

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After this Peter received many more texts that he anticipated from the one Deadpool which he reluctantly enjoyed and hated to admit made himself feel a bit better about Peter Parker even though they were mostly about Spiderman and the latest and greatest Daily Bugle photos.

Soon he found himself wanting to hang out with DP even more than just patrolling but as Peter Parker rather than Spiderman. So he went out on a limb and asked Deadpool if he wanted to hang and watch some movies. To which he received a dirty comment about netflix and chill that made him blush and get a “Oooo” from Harry and the rest of the gang but also a confirmation that yes he will be there on saturday that genuinely made his day but Peter did not want to think about why.