Chapter 1
Peter crashed into the power lines, electricity surging into his body. Dazed, he sluggishly looked up to find a massive surge of electricity cooing straight for him. He tried to move, to get away, but he was stuck, his body wouldn’t move. He closed his eyes, glad that his phone had broken. At least MJ and Ned wouldn’t see his death. He wouldn’t want to ruin their lives anymore than he already had. Resigned to his fate, he was confused when he didn’t fry like a moth to a bug zapper. When Peter opened his eyes, sand was surrounding him like a shield, confused he reached out to touch it.
“Peter, it’s me Flint Marco, you remember”
Peter was confused as he couldn’t quite remember why this walking sand agglomeration would know “him”. He tried to speak, to say anything to this sandy man who had just saved his life, but he still couldn’t move. He was regaining feeling in his limbs. Pins and needles were running up and down his body, bringing back the much needed oxygenated blood, but not enough for him to fight this electricity dude. He glad tried to give the walking sand castle his magical wrist blaster... thing so he could shoot his super villain friend.It was hard when he didn’t know who was acquainted with who, for all he knew, these guys worked together. Though Sandy did just save his life, dammit superheroing was giving him trust issues. Still trying to communicate, he gestured to his wrist with his eyes, pleading for the other man to understand. Sandman reluctantly took the changed Web shooter, staring him directly in the eyes “If this thing kills him I’m going to shoot you myself” sighing in relief Peter nodded his head as much as he could, pain shooting shown his spine from even that tiny movement, this didn’t bode well for him if Sandman decided to go rouge. Lost in his own thoughts, he barely noticed the tingly feeling spreading throughout his whole body. He tried to move, to react, to just get away, but he still couldn’t move. He tried to scream as his body was shot with the magic Web shooter but even his vocal chords were fried. The sight of Doctor Strange's wizard dungeon walls made him pass out. He was in so much trouble.
Elsewhere, in the middle of a beautifully forested area, a man clad in a red and black body suit’s heart broke as he watched the lived of his life dissolve in front of him.
Wade was just minding his own business, un-aliving some evil men who thought kiddies were for sale. Looking forward to his date with his spider-babe, his peter-pie, his very own baby boy. He had an entire night planned for them. First, they would eat a bunch of Mexican food, chimmiechangas by the dozen. Then they would go on a romantic stroll through a drug dealer’s den and forcefully educate the man about why selling drugs to kids was bad. Wade would show Peter his gift and make another, then they would go home to Wade’s apartment and snuggle. Sounded perfect to him. He still couldn’t believe that Peter could stand to look at him, let alone do other stuff with him. He looked like old cottage cheese was put in the microwave on a metal plate that then got chucked into the river Torrens and nibbled on by fish. And he still killed people, which was a big no-no in spideys book.
Although Spiderman had become rougher lately, there were still no fatalities, just some... broken spines and skulls and femurs and but that’s not the point his innocent spider guy had killed nobody and found killing wrong, which is why it’s so amazing that he was dating Deadpool. The Merc with a mouth, the mercenary with a kill count longer than the Eiffel tower. Compared to Spiderman, he was lower than dirt, lower than the worms in the dirt. His morality level was rock bottom. But his love for the spider was bottomless. Ugh, gross that was so sappy. But still he lived spidey. He was an excellent person... and he had a great ass. If only Spidey could see. Himself the way Wade saw him. A bright spot in an otherwise dark world. Someone just trying to do good depute having a sucky life. If he really wanted, Peter could be a great supervillain. I mean, come on, Spiderman sounded like a villain name already. Nobody likes spiders, but he did. Peter helped people even when he only got grief, hate and tragedy in return. Pete was great at saving people, but not so great at except that he also needed saving sometimes. He couldn’t except that people actually liked him. Whenever a civilian thanked him, he would always be surprised, like he thought he didn’t deserve it. Wade count even convince him he was fully and totally in love with him but hopefully that would all change tonight. Wade was practically skipping with happiness, his masked eyes squinting with the force of his smile. He was about to enter Peter’s musty, old apartment. He really should buy Peter a new one. How could he continue to let his sweet cheeks live in such a tiny pigsty when he had enough money to buy the building? Right anyway, he was about to enter peter’s apartment when he ran headfirst into an electrical pole. Confused, he looked up just in time to see Spiderman vanquished by an overrated dustbunny with a laser. Oh, no. Oh no, he did not just kill. Peter. Mother was funking. Parker....
Looks like Bea and Arthur get to drink tonight.He would enjoy this.