Chapter 1
Wade Wilson was not expecting this.
When he'd been paid to kill Spider-Man, he'd almost said no. That guy was pretty funny and did some real good in a shitty world.
But...damn. That was a lot of money.
Now here he was, all suited up as Deadpool, fully prepared to murder Spider-Man...
...who was unmasked, crying, and sitting on the edge of a rooftop.
The man stiffened and whipped around, eyes narrowing as he saw Deadpool.
"Oh. Hi. You're Deadpool, right? Heard-heard about you." Spider-Man turned back around, sniffling. "What's up?"
Wade awkwardly wandered closer and plopped down beside the superhero/vigilante.
"I'm here to take you out," Wade admitted. He felt kind of bad. Killing people when they were crying on a rooftop in the rain was never fun. It happened more often than you'd think.
"Like, on a date, or with a gun? Because I'm really open to either right now." Spider-Man replied, smile not quite reaching his eyes. Wade opened and closed his mouth behind his mask.
Well...couldn't hurt to do a bit of both, right?
"That's kind of a concerning statement, Spidey." Wade noted. "I'm here to kill you, but, well. You look much more in need of a date."
Spider-Man laughed. Ooh, that was a nice sound. There were few nice sounds in the world, and Wade liked to hog them all to himself. Perhaps a date wouldn't be so bad after all?
"Again. Fine with either." He repeated. Wade pondered it.
[ Let's go on a date with him!!! ]
{ Just kill him. It's easier. }
No help at all, those two.
"Well, ya got a nice face, I'm pretty sure you have a nice ass, I don't see why we shouldn't go on a date." Wade shrugged. "Long as you're fine with being killed afterwards."
"Fine by me." Spider-Man turned to Wade, holding out a hand. "I'm Peter. Uh, Peter Parker."
"Wade Wilson." Wade shook Peter's hand and grinned. "Alliteration buddies."
Peter finally smiled a real smile that left crinkles beside his eyes as he softly repeated it.
Now, that smile...
Wade frowned under his mask. How could he kill such a pretty smile?
{ With a gun. Or a katana. Or a knife, or a grenade, or any of the weapons we have. }
Dumb fucker.
"Let's have our date tomorrow, pretty boy." Wade decided. Peter blinked. "Meet me here, this time tomorrow, and dress however the fuck you want, I don't really care."
"Uh, okay." Peter agreed, wiping at his eyes again. The rain had flattened his brown hair down onto his face, and his suit clung to his every muscle. Wade did not mask his staring at all.
He was starting to look forward to this date.